When I turned and my eyes landed on him, I stopped breathing. My hands fell to my sides, and the plates went along with them. My heart stammered. It took me a long time to find my voice, but when I did, all I could do was rasp out, “Hi.”

Oh my God.

He was even more handsome than I remembered. Ettore stood tall with legs slightly apart, his hands in front of him, playing with his wedding ring.

He’s here.

My husband had impeccable taste and it showed in his sense of style. Dressed flawlessly in a black tailored three-piece suit, his hooded eyes trailed down the length of me, head to toe, and I swear, I felt it, a gentle caress over my body. When he started to move, the sound of each meticulous footstep had my stomach clenching as he began to round the counter, and my heart beat elevated.

It seemed like some things hadn’t changed. My being so affected by him was one of those things.

He’s here.

The tension between us grew and the plates clinked loudly in the grossly silent space as I clumsily placed them back onto the counter behind me. When he paused in his steps, leaning casually against the kitchen island, watching me through the shadows in his eyes, I breathed out, “You’re here.”

And just as he opened his mouth to respond, with no doubt something witty and snarky all the same, I don’t know what came over me. He seemed to anticipate my move a second after I made it because when I launched myself at him, he caught me mid-air with very little effort. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs tangled around his lean waist. He threw an arm under my butt, tugging me upwards and when he lowered his face, I lifted my own. Our lips met in a hungry, all-consuming, teeth jarring kiss that would ruin every other kiss for me. My palms slid over his strong shoulders, up passed his neck and then I was holding his face in my hands, prepared for war should be decide to deny me his lips.

Thankfully, that didn’t seem likely. Even less so when he groaned into my mouth and his tongue dipped in, a gentle stroke against my own.

My pussy clenched in anticipation and when he held me up with one arm but began fiddling with his belt with the other, I helped by resting my elbows onto his shoulders, holding myself up as he worked to free himself. It took longer than I hoped and I pulled back a single second to speak against his lips, “Let me help.”