“Kyle fall asleep?” I questioned, trying to sound casual.

Slowly, with the deliberate stalking speed of jaguar, he padded silently across the plush carpet of our bedroom. “Yes.”

I swallowed. “Did he read to you tonight or you to him?” I questioned, pulling at the blanket that covered the bed.

My breath hitched when his hands clasped around my waist, tugging me backward so my body hit his chest.

“Both,” he stated low, next to my ear before licking it.

I sighed and moaned, leaning back against his strength. “I missed you,” I told him as my eyes floated closed while he continued to lick and bite at the column of my neck.

His left hand moved around the back of my waist, reaching underneath the negligee. “Why the fuck are you wearing underwear?” He growled, simultaneously pulling at the panties from behind, until his fingers reached my core.

I moaned.

Aaron reached up, taking a fistful of my locks into his hand and pulling them so my face turned upright to meet his.

“Answer me.”

“I was checking on the babies.” Andreas and Thiers, our two youngest sons, had been put down an hour prior to Kyle and Kennedy.

Aaron frowned, obviously still not liking the fact that I was wearing underwear. I was just relieved that he hadn’t ripped this pair. Lord knows I spent enough on panties because of all of the pairs he’d destroyed.

I began panting from the movement of his fingers inside of me, gliding in and out of my wetness. Reaching up on my tiptoes, I angled my face toward his. “Kiss me,” I whispered.

He didn’t hesitate, giving me what I want when he smashed our lips together, his hand still in my hair, holding me at just the angle he needed to take ownership of the kiss.

His hand slid from my hair to wrap my throat.

I grew wetter.

His fingers increased in speed, his thumb began gliding over my distended button, and within moments, I was coming. Just that quickly my orgasm had overwhelmed me, nearly causing my knees to buckle. Only when I was pregnant did I come that quickly.

Aaron pulled back, breaking the kiss to watch me. We both panted, needing oxygen after our exchange of energy.

“You missed me?” he questioned, his voice ragged.

“Of course.”

My quick response satisfied something in his eyes. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Within a half a breath, he’d bent me over the side of the bed, going to his knees, and I heard the distinct sound of tearing fabric.

“Dammit, Aaron!” I screeched at his impatience. He could’ve just pulled them down, no need to rip yet another pair of my underwear.

“Oh!” I yelped from the smack he’d given my ass.

“I told you to stop wearing underwear in the first damn place,” he grunted.

I wasn’t given time to respond when his strong hands spread the tops of my thighs and his mouth covered my sex. My arms folded, my head nearly hitting the mattress as my legs began trembling. His hold on the backs of my thighs was firm, not allowing me to move anywhere, even if I had wanted to. My hands twisted in the sheets, grasping for something to anchor myself to as he licked and lapped me up furiously.