Sara
My husband was looking particularly sexy. Maybe it was because we had finally cleared the air between us. Maybe it was his broad shoulders, or the way his shirt opened at the throat, revealing a perfect expanse of skin waiting to be kissed. I couldn't be sure of why, but when I stared into his stormy gray eyes I felt mesmerized. He was magic. We were magic.
He leaned in for a kiss, and my senses went into overdrive. I was overwhelmed by the feel of him, the taste of him. Even his scent drove me wild. The feeling of him against me was both heaven and hell. I wanted it all, I needed it all. I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to have him.
"I love you," he said, and he ran his hands through my hair. "I need you, Sara. You are the most important thing to me. I will do anything for y
