When Constellations Form (Light in the Dark 4)

I glide my lips down her neck and over the curves of her breasts.

Her fingers delve into my hair, tugging slightly.

I inch my fingers under her top and push it up and then off. Her eyes darken as she watches me.

She wraps her legs around my hips and tries to tug me closer. I capture her lips in mine and she moans. I love all the little sounds she makes, and the fact that even after being together for years she’s still affected by me. At times, I worried that maybe we’d grow bored, but if anything, the excitement has only built as we’ve grown older.

I pull back and glide my hand down her face, just looking at her.

She blinks up at me with wide hazel eyes. “What are you waiting for?” she asks breathlessly.

“Shh.” I press a finger to her pink lips. “I want to look at my wife.”

She shakes her head. “Why?”

“Because I can.”

I don’t think Thea’s ever realized how hard it is for me to leave her again and again. There are times when I don’t see her for weeks or even a month. Training season is the worst. She’s my best friend as well as my wife, so I miss her like crazy when I’m gone. I miss her smile, her laughter, and all the crazy things she says. She keeps me on my toes and I love that.

She reaches up and touches her finger to the scruff on my cheek. “Are you done looking?” she asks a moment later.

I nod and scoop her up into my arms, carrying her into the bathroom while she laughs.

The bathroom is really nice with marble finishings, a soaking tub, and a walk-in shower.

I set Thea down on the sink counter and go to turn on the shower.

When I turn around, she’s already removed her clothes and my heart speeds up. She stalks toward me like a lioness about to devour her prey and I know I’m in trouble. I always have been when it comes to her.

She grabs the bottom of my shirt, and I lift my arms so she can tug it off. I end up helping since I’m so much taller than her. The fabric falls to the floor and then she pushes my sweatpants and boxer-briefs off my hips.

I step out of them and follow her into the shower. The glass shower wall is already foggy from the steam.

Thea gives me a coy smile as she steps beneath the spray. I watch the rivulets of water course down her chest and stomach.

I stalk toward her and her body tightens in anticipation.

I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me with her arms around my neck. The water drenches both of us, the heat of it soaking into our skin.

I lower my head and kiss her, sinking inside her at the same time. She cries out softly. Her hands slide against my slick shoulders and her eyes are lit with fire.

She looks down, watching me move in and out of her and she moans. “Oh, God.”

I press my forehead to hers, watching too, as her nails rake against my back.

“Xander,” she moans. “Oh, fuck. Harder, please.”

I press my face into the crook of her neck. “I love your dirty mouth,” I murmur, happy to oblige.

Her breaths grow rapid and her eyes close. Her orgasm hits her and she shudders in my arms. I hold her, keeping her upright.

Her eyes slowly blink open. “That was intense.”

Her body is still quaking with aftershocks, pumping around me.

We’re both drenched from the shower at this point, and her hair sticks to her forehead.

She’s still beautiful. She always is.