“Do I want to know?”
Oscar was at the door of our bathroom clutching a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscles glistened from the water that he didn’t try to dry off. I could see a few bubbles left floating on his abdomen from the Irish Spring that wafted through the air.
“I didn’t do anything,” I stated as desire built in me for this Adonis of a husband I had.
“No you didn’t,” he replied taking a step towards me our eyes locked on each other. His bicep flexed to make sure his towel wouldn’t slip.
“Are you two okay?” Kelly asked, but I couldn’t read her face because I was locked on Oscar’s.
The love I finally accepted coursed through my body.
“Fine.” My body was filling with a rush of hormones. I needed to be with this man that loved me as much as I loved him. A love that is incomprehensible, but it didn’t need to be comprehended because it was real.
“Ellie, it could send you into premature labor,” Kelly warned.
“Like I care,” I said waving my hand and using my aura to slam the door in her face.
“That was rude.” Oscar tilted his head to the side and smiled.
“She understands. I’m five thousand pounds, carrying demon spawn and have an Adonis wanting to ravish me. That, and I’m a sex freak. It’s the cross you must bear since you chose to marry me.”
“It’s a heavy load.” He walked closer to me and let his towel slip to the floor. “But I work out.” As if I couldn’t tell by the fact that every muscle in his body was firm and hard as a rock. The stress of all this was starting to show in what had to be a zero percent body fat. “Adonis, huh?” I nodded biting my lips so hard I tasted a little bit of blood.
“You think you can figure someway to work with me,” I seductively purred, still on my knees reaching for him.
He crawled onto the bed and pulled off my shirt.
My breath quickened as his mouth met mine.