Chapter 38
Daniel
When I return, I find Anu on the sofa. She has opened her care package and is eating some of the cookies her dad sent her.
He’s probably going to call tomorrow to ask if she got the package, and she will giggle like a little girl with a big smile.
She’s in her usual spot on the sofa with her blanket.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” she asks, with an arched brow, pulling the blanket close to her, just as I pull it back to me.
“How am I looking at you?” I challenge with a smirk. She returns a side eye.
“Like you are intensely staring into my soul and waiting for it to pop out and sit with you.”
I chuckle.
“Maybe I want to tango with your soul.”
Her mouth drops open as she lays back onto the sofa.
“You want to tango with my soul; you’re too intense. I think my soul just needs to rest and avoid your sexy eyes that are intensely trying to draw it out of my body.”
“Now, why would you avoid my eyes?” I tease, squeezing my body closer to her and keep my eyes trained on her.
“Nice try. I’m totally looking away from you and avoiding you until you dial down those sexy eyes.”
I chuckle at the way she widens her stare back at me, like she’s hoping her wide eyes would intimidate me to back down.
“I like looking at you, and backing down might not be possible.”
“You are incorrigible. I’m just going to cover my face with this blanket, and your intense soul can tango alone while I nap.”
I laugh.
“Or I can just lay next to you and not tease your soul into a tango.”
“Nope, I don’t trust your hands.”
Good! At least we both understand what’s about to happen.
“I’m taking up the entire space, so back off. And keep your hands to yourself,” she jokingly says, which emboldens me.
"When you wear a tank top braless, with a short that barely covers your behind, and without panties, it's funny that you think your body isn’t beckoning to my hands for a tango with all the sexiness displayed,” I mock.
“I’m going to need you to go and visit your friends right now so I can sleep,” she remarks, trying to deflect.
“No can do, princess. I can assure you my friends are doing the sexy tango with their wives.”
“I can assure you Bruce is available to chat with you.”
I laugh out loud because she’s right on that account.
Bruce is probably working; the guy gives ‘workaholic’ a whole new meaning.
I crawl into the tight spot with her as my hands find their way under the blanket to the perky nipples awaiting my touch.
A soft moan escapes her, and I know I’ve already won.
I mentally put my tango hat on. I’m so ready for this special dance that we always make together.
I take a nipple in my mouth, enjoying the soft moan she releases, which motivates me to carry on, while her body reacts to my touch.
I’ve always loved the feel of her skin and the sounds she makes in response to my touch.
“Daniel,” her voice is honeyed.