A chuckle came from her. “I intend to.”
When he returned to the bathroom with a glass of white wine for her, she was soaking in the steaming tub with her eyes closed. The bubbles parted and gave him teasing glimpses of her nipples as she took a deep breath and sighed blissfully. Even after twenty-two years, she could still stop him dead in his tracks. Her skin glistened like golden satin in the fading sunset glowing through the picture window in the bathroom.
He placed the wineglass on the edge of the tub and she opened her eyes and smiled. She sat up, preparing to climb out and he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. Leaning down to kiss her, he pressed the button to turn on the whirlpool jets and said, “Stay put and relax. I’ll come get you when everything is ready.”
He saw her little pout as he pulled the bathroom door closed. So she was curious about what he had planned, was she? He took the smaller case from his overnight bag and carried it outside to the extra-wide chaise lounge located on the back deck that looked out over the lake.
The plan was a simple one. In his experience with Charity, sometimes the best ones were.
* * * *
Charity raised her heavy eyelids when she heard the sound of the crystal wineglass being lifted from the edge of the tub. The hot water and two glasses of wine had drawn the tension from her muscles, leaving her feeling loose and a little lightheaded after her long day at work. She hoped she revived during supper. Otherwise she was liable to conk out completely.
Charity sat up when Justin silently opened a towel for her. The heat from his gaze warmed her as he watched the bathwater sluice down her body. Stepping onto the bathmat, she went to him and he wrapped the towel around her loosely and began patting her dry.
“Hungry?” he asked as he squatted down and she slid her hand over his tan bare shoulders and back. The muscles under her hand rippled as he moved efficiently, drying her calves and feet.
“Mmm-hmm.”
He glanced up at her and smiled in what seemed like approval. “Sleepy?”
“Nope.” She shook her head, feeling gloriously languid, and giggled as he caught her nipple with a soft slurp of his lips as he stood to his full six feet and seven inches. God, but you are gorgeous. Her nipples tingled and love for him swelled like a wave in her heart.
“Am I?” he asked, with humor glimmering in his eyes and she realized she’d said it out loud.
She allowed him to pull her nude body against his and murmured, “The wine has loosened my lips. Yes, you are, babe. You make me hot.” She laid an openmouthed kiss on his pectoral and then snuggled closer. His quiet growl was the only sign of his own impatience to set the sheets on fire.
“Supper is ready.”
He helped her slip into the short white mesh robe she’d packed and led her out of the bathroom and straight through the doors that opened out onto the back deck looking out over the waters of Bowie Lake. The last pink rays of the sunset shimmered on the rippling water.
Trusting her body and her safety to him, she didn’t bother looking around to make certain no one could see her in the sheer robe that barely hid the dusky pink of her tightening nipples. He hadn’t tied the sash and the mild breeze caught the edges of the robe and lifted them away so that her breasts and pussy would be visible to anyone who happened to look their way. The thought heightened her arousal and made her rapidly engorging pussy lips swell even further. This was the power he held over her and he knew it…and enjoyed it. He protected her privacy while allowing for the tantalizing possibility that they might be observed.
Certainty swelled in her pounding heart as she anticipated whatever it was her husband had planned for her this weekend. She had no idea when the role-playing would start but felt secure and safe with him.
He’d spread blankets and pillows over the wonderful, comfy-looking chaise lounge on the back deck, which was positioned near the edge so it faced the lake. Dark shades of red and blue on the linens were barely discernable in the light of the candles that he’d placed in holders around their comfy spot.
The last rays of sunset dwindled as he helped her get comfortable amidst the pillows and large blankets. If she got cold, all he’d have to do was turn the edges of the blankets up around her. She smiled at the thought of sleeping outside wrapped in such luxurious comfort. The weather was perfect for it, if that was what he had planned.
She glanced in the living room and noticed candles were flickering in there as well, to provide soft, sensual lighting for wherever the night took them. Justin removed his jeans, letting them fall to the deck before kicking them away. He spared a last hawklike gaze at their surroundings making sure no one was near, and then slid his dark, knit boxer shorts down his hips, revealing the thick cock he’d wielded with such finesse throughout their marriage. A deep breath slid from her as his hardened length twitched under her gaze. Her cunt quivered as she imagined taking in all those hot, granite-hard inches of pure heaven. He never veered his gaze from her as he joined her on the chaise, completely naked and confident.