Tessa
I stare at him, lips parted, words trapped somewhere between my throat and my chest.
He takes one slow step forward. “I think you should pull off your panties….For better access.”
My breath hitches. Heat crawls up my neck, but my hands are already moving, pulling off my panties without questions.
“Lie down properly,” he says, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Stretch your legs out.”
I obey without thought, heart slamming against my ribs. I stretch my legs long, toes pointing toward the foot of the bed, suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of exposed skin as the oversized hoodie rides up to bare my stomach. I don’t even bother tugging it down.
“You don’t have to be shy,” he murmurs. “I’m your husband now… so feel free.”
I nod, unable to look anywhere but the shadowed line of his ja
