“Oh, Ryder, what do you say we go have our own rendezvous?” I toss over my shoulder, winking for good measure as I head for our bedroom knowing I’ll be in for one spectacular night.
“I say game fuckin’ on, baby.” The huskiness in his voice is thick and heavy. Knowing that I’m the only one who gets to hear his voice like that causes me to step out of my own comfort zone, teasing him as he follows behind me to our bedroom. You see, your body changes after children, more so than anyone could ever prepare you for. Of course, at first, you’re like Okay, I’ve got this. I just carried a life in my body for close to ten months. Then comes the shit of My hips are never going back to what they once were. It was hard to cope. Sometimes it still is, and Ryder, God, he’s amazing, loving my body every step of the way even though it took me learning to love my body again to become as brazen as I’m about to be. I step out of one sandal, then the next, going after the dress I wore tonight, pulling it up and over my head.
“Son of a bitch. It never gets old. Love seein’ your skin, and I’m goin’ to taste every inch of it tonight, Ender.” Ryder must be impatient because he scoops me up in his arms, attaches his lips to mine, and I know I’m in for another amazing night with my husband.