Chapter 32

NATHAN My driver opens the car door, and I guide Mel inside. “Thanks, Tedward.” She grins, and he smirks the way he always does when she calls him that. “How long until we get home?” I ask. “A little over an hour, sir.” I nod my thanks and climb inside behind my wife. As soon as I’m seated, I grab her by her hips and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. She wriggles like I’m tickling her, and a musical laugh tumbles from her lips. “What are you doing?” “There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to last another hour without being inside you. You have any idea how hard I’ve been all night watching you in this dress?” I tug the fabric up to her waist. “Nate!” My name is a feeble protest on her lips, and her hand is already on the back of my neck, fingers curling in my hair. “You chose the dress, so it’s your fault.” I grunt in response and run my nose over the sweet-smelling skin of her neck while my hands glide over her body. Slipping my hand between her thighs, I groan loudly. “You