“God, I miss you.”
Her face softens into a smile laced with love and understanding. “I miss you, too.”
I roll onto my back, fluffing the pillow behind my head. “Tell me what you did today.”
Kat rolls her eyes and giggles. “Same thing I do every day. Worked at the clinic, went home, fed Gigi, missed you.”
Her job at a seniors clinic in Westport isn’t Kat’s dream job, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up for a newly graduated nurse practitioner.
“Did you do any work on your proposal for Dr. Wilson?”
She blushes and shakes her head. “Not yet. The woman intimidates me, okay? She’s so classy and put together, and ever since Doc retired, she’s kept the clinic running perfectly. Why would she need me?”
“Because you’re a badass nurse practitioner who has a lot to offer and can take some of the workload off her shoulders. Your mom heard her say she was considering hiring some help, didn’t she?”
Kat nods. “Yeah, I know I need to write the proposal. I just…”
“Just what, Kitty Kat?” I ask gently. It never ceases to amaze me that my beautiful, bold, intelligent fiancée can also have these moments of vulnerability. But what’s even more incredible is that she letsmebe the one to help.
“It just feels too good to be true,” she whispers. “I’ve got you, our house, Gigi, why should I deserve my dream job as well?”
“Because you deserve the entire world and then some, Kat. There’s no limit on how much good one person can have in their life.”
“I hope you tell yourself that as well.” She arches a beautiful dark brow at me. Fuck, when did I start thinking of eyebrows as beautiful?
Right. The same time I fell in love with Kat Donnelly. Her eyes, framed with long lashes, blink slowly.
“You look tired, Kitty Kat.”
Her eyes take on a hazy glow. “I’m tired, but I don’t know if I can sleep, Hunter.” The suggestive undertones to her words have my pulse speeding up automatically. That’s the sort of reaction I have to this woman — powerful and instantaneous.
She shifts slightly, and the new angle gives me a perfect view of the creamy mounds of cleavage I wish I could bury my face in. There’s a dreamy, sensual smile on her face, and even with nothing but a phone screen to tell me, I know she’s aware of the effect she has on me.
Which means…late or not…it’s time to play.
“Mmm,” I rumble, adjusting my dick that’s been half hard ever since Kat answered the phone. It’s an automatic response at this point. “Does my future wife need some help falling asleep?”
“Yes,” she breathes, licking her lips. “Please.”
“Take that top off for me, babe.”
She sets the phone down, sits up, and all I see is black satin flying across the screen. When she picks the phone back up, I’m given a flash of her perfect tits before the camera focuses on her face.
“Damn, I miss you. Every fucking inch of you, Kitty Kat.”
She gives me a saucy grin, any hint of being tired now gone. “You mean this inch?” The camera is tilted down the side of her body, teasing me with the sinful curve of her hip that still has black satin shorts covering them. “Or this inch?” She travels slowly across her body to the other side, and I can’t hold back my chuckle.
“Tease. Give me your beautiful face, babe.”
Kat brings the phone back up and winks. “Just wanted to be clear on what exactly you’re missing.”
I give her a mock growl. “I’m missing everything, babe. But mostly, I’m missing the perfect sounds you make when you come. Think you could show me those?”
“Mm-hmm,” she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed for a second.
“Touch your nipples first. Pinch them. Let’s turn them pink.”
She does as I say, I can tell by the flush that covers her cheeks. “Hunter,” she moans. “I need more.”