"Babe, where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with you yet."

Perched on the edge of the bed, Sara Dalton slipped into her robe and tied the sash loosely around her waist. She peered over her shoulder and arched a brow in question. "I was planning on grabbing a quick shower before starting the coffee." Her gaze traveled freely over her husband's body. The satin bedsheets outlined every scrumptious bulge and bump. Arousal coiled deep in her belly and her mouth grew dry. "Why? Did you have something else in mind?"

Stupid question. As a teenager, Cade Dalton had girls hanging on his every word. At thirty-five, he was still a veritable sex machine. It was never far from the man's mind. She had been jealous of those girls so many years ago, but he’d made it clear on more than one occasion that he considered her more like a sister. Now she was his wife.

A jolt of awareness shot through her. Her husband was clearly in the mood for another bout of morning sex. A severely sprained wrist wasn't going to keep him from his favorite pastime. Naughty thoughts invaded her head. She'd tease him a teeny tiny bit and hopefully bring out that inner Dom she loved so much.

Sara slid from the warm cocoon of blankets and sashayed over to Cade's side of the bed. Perfect. His chocolate brown eyes were focused solely on the area between her legs. Even though moisture oozed from her center and dribbled down her inner thighs she managed what she hoped was a serene, innocent smile.

"Baby, you need to take care of your hand." She trailed her fingers lightly over the pulse bouncing up and down at his wrist. "The doctor told you just a few more days and you'll be good as new."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the bedsheet tent near his groin, and her mouth watered. Sucking on that long, hard piece of flesh was her favorite pastime.

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