Two days later, Selena finished up in the kitchen and moved to the living room and watched Travis staring blankly at the computer screen. She walked into the room.
"Travis, what is wrong with you? Has something happened?" She walked around the desk and sank to her knees next to him.
He swiveled the chair toward her and she placed her hands on his knees. He didn't answer.
She spread her fingers on his thighs and studied him. "You seem different. Have I angered you?"
Travis felt her magic flow through him. Her question registered on his brain. He spread his legs and pulled her toward him. "No, Angel. You haven't done anything wrong. How could you? You're perfect." His hand closed in her hair.
"Perfect? Ha. You are funny." She smiled the smile of a seductress. Her hand moved toward his zipper. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. "I would like to be perfect for you." Her hand rubbed over him. "What would make me perfect?"
Travis felt his heartbeat accelerate as her witchery surrounded him. Every day, she learned a little more about the feminine control she had over him. He had been tutoring her relentlessly in her sexual education. His efforts had been yielding unfathomable rewards. But there was still one thing she hadn't learned to do for him. He hadn't pushed it. Hadn't needed to. Everything else they shared was amazing.
But he wanted it now.
Wanted it bad.
His voice deepened in arousal. "You want me to show you how to be the perfect wife, baby?"
Her hand pressed against him. "Mmm. Yes, please."
He leaned back in the chair. "Well, first off, you need to be naked for this." He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her.
She slid gracefully to her feet, and started unbuttoning her shirt, from the top to the bottom. She shook it off her shoulders. Her nipples thrust provocatively against her pink lace bra.
Travis silently congratulated himself on her undergarments.
She went to work on her shorts. His voice made her pause. "Did you remember to lock the back door?"
She unsnapped the button. "Yes." She slid down the zipper and pushed the shorts off her hips and stepped out of them. She had on matching pink panties. He felt his erection swell and pulse.
She stood in between his legs and teased him. "You do not like the pink? You want it off?"
" Si, baby, I want it off."
Travis watched the striptease performed for his benefit. The metamorphosis she was undertaking was amazing. She was completely captivating, her beauty exquisite.
He thought about the situation that had been like a thorn in his side.
Yeah, there was no fucking way he was giving her up.
He found her. He seduced her. He married her. She was his.
Selena unsnapped the clasp at the front of her bra. It loosened, but her breasts were so small, that it held, only showing a tiny glimpse of flesh on the bottom of her right breast.
Travis groaned out loud.
She took another step forward until her chest was only inches from his face. She wrapped one arm across her breasts, hiding them, cupping them, and took her other hand and slid one shoulder strap down and off.
Then she traded arms, and continued to hold the bra to her breasts while she removed the other strap.
She held the bra to her naked breasts and leaned forward and licked his lips once, then stepped back. "I am perfect, yes?" She teased him.
"Almost. Keep going." His voice was guttural.
Selena looked him in the eye, wet her lips, and dropped the bra to the floor.
Allowing him to look for two heartbeats, she teased him purposefully, then delicately turned her back to him. She still stood between his legs, and put her hands on each side of her waist and slid them down slowly until they reached her panties. She pushed them down, bending at the waist, and slid them off, one leg at a time.