I was dripping with anticipation, and I’d nearly bitten off my bottom lip by the time he’d come home. Now, I heard him toss his keys onto the table in his foyer and make his way to the bedroom. I watched him enter and disappear right into the closet. “You waiting, baby?” he called.
“Yes,” I said impatiently.
“David,” I groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I heard his chuckle. “So touch yourself.”
“No,” I squealed. “I want you to touch me.”
He exited the closet, taking his sweet time even though I was about to burst with desire. His feet were bare, but he was still in his suit pants. He came up right behind me so I could feel his heat on the backs of my legs. “I want to touch you, too,” he said, but he said it low and hoarse, and in a way that sounded like he’d been waiting to say it all day.