16
I’m fiddling with the old-fashioned window latch when a long arm wraps around my middle and hauls me back. “You’re naked, Candace!” He sounds shocked and I giggle.
“Well, it wouldn’t make much sense if I wasn’t, now would it?” I rotate in his arms to plant a kiss on his chin. “If I had clothes on, nobody would believe me.”
“New rule,” he mutters. “No hanging out of windows naked.”
I smirk at him. “So you don’t want me to shout that? But we can still go back to Kansas? Permanently?”
He nods, a hint of a smile twisting his lips. “I can’t truly deny you anything, little mouse. Not when you’re willing to love me.” He holds up a small gold ring and I recognize it as my wedding ring.
“Do you accept that I love you fully and completely?” I ask him solemnly, watching carefully for any hints of denial.
He drops a kiss on the end of my nose. “I do.”
I hold out my left hand with my fingers splayed. The ring slips on just like it did a year ago, but it feels so much happier now. I hold on to his fingers. “Will you let me put a ring on your finger, too? I know you don’t believe me, but plenty of women would like a piece of you, and I want them to know you’re taken.”
He looks pleased, so I’m taking that as a reason to go shopping in the jewelry district before we leave the city.
We’re both up, so it seems silly to go back to bed, at least when Nick is worried about making love to me, so I grab one of his white dress shirts and wrap it around me like a robe.
Once the coffee is made, Nick pulls me down on his lap and I sigh with satisfaction. That is until I remember his earlier conditions. “Why on earth did you tell me to go yell out the window if you didn’t want me to do it?” I query, my brain tired from trying to figure that one out.
Nick’s quiet and when I twist so I can look at him, he’s got something of a guilty expression. “I thought you’d yell at me for that, and the heat of your anger would tell me how badly you wanted to return to Kansas. You convinced me. Without the yelling,” he admits with a small smile.
“Hmmph,” I pout at being manipulated instead of conversed with.
“My little mouse, I find you a delightful mystery. One that is very hard to read, unless you’re confident in your decision and then you turn into my very own saber-tooth mouse. Possibly even more adorable.”
I grimace at him. “Why do I always have to be adorable? When do I get to be sexy?”
He looks confounded. “They’re the same thing, Candace. At least where you’re concerned.”
They are so not the same thing! I mentally put this on my to-do list for down the road. Nick is still getting used to feeling loved, and that might take some time. And lots and lots of hugs. Not to mention random blow jobs, hot shower sex, and other fun surprises.
And there’s no time like the present. I finish my coffee and then slide off Nick’s lap and onto my knees. He instinctively reaches to pull me up like I’ve somehow slipped, but I shake my head at him as I part his robe. A few kisses to the head and his cock is like a heat-seeking missile, seeming to swell inside my mouth. “Candace!” Nick groans, but I ignore him. This time I manage to swallow his cum completely, not missing a drop. I’m fairly pleased with myself when he finally hauls me back up onto his knees.
“Fine, you’re my sexy little mouse. Nothing adorable about you,” Nick concedes out of the blue and I catch the wicked twinkle in his eyes. I blush slightly that my thoughts were so easy to read.
“Hmmph.” I stick my nose in the air. “Don’t be thinking you can use that to manipulate me into giving you blow jobs whenever you want.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” His tone is dry, but his eyes are smiling. I grin back, delighted to see him embracing life even if it means being teased.