I wrap my arms tighter around her and bury my nose in her neck. “You smell great to me. Pheromones.”
“Ew,” she laughs, half-heartedly trying to get out of my hold. “Let me shower first.”
“And you, my dear wife,” I say, gripping her hips and dragging them against mine, “are incredibly sexy. Even when you are sweaty and stinky.”
She rolls her eyes again, but her bottom lip is pinched between her teeth, and I know I’m getting to her. I know all of her tells, and she wants this just as badly as I do.
I slip my hands under the hem of her shirt and walk my fingers across the flat plane of her stomach. Just before I can reach the bottom of her bra, she spins away from me and slides in her socks to the speakers. She turns them on, and a soft bass pounds through the floors and into my chest. Co
