I moved the covers for the second time and motioned for her to lie down.
“I don’t want to do anything to hurt you or the baby. That was the only reason I hesitated.”
I waited for her to say something, but all she did was turn her back to me.
“Sloane? What’s going on?”
“What happened to ‘When we’re together like this, naked, whatever I tell you to do, you do’?”
“Ah, I see.” I put my arm around her waist and pulled her body flush with mine. “Did you like that, Sloane?”
She nodded.
“I need to hear the words.” I rubbed the cheeks of her bare bottom in warning.
“I liked it.”
“Liked what?”
“When you told me what to do.”
I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of her. Was there a more perfect woman for me? I doubted one could possibly exist.
“Roll over and face me, Sloane.” When she did without hesitation, my already steel-hard cock throbbed with desire. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
“Have you?”
She nodded.
“You kept me away for so long.”
Her eyes studied mine.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
She didn’t respond.
“Promise me.”
When she remained silent, I swatted her bottom.
“Promise me, Sloane.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but not from my hand on her flesh; I’d barely tapped her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, peanut.”
“I can’t make that promise,” she whispered.
“Why not?”
She shook her head.
“Because you don’t trust me.”
She didn’t need to answer; I hadn’t phrased it as a question.