Page 121 of Fractured
I walk up behind her and pull out her chair, and she sits, looking up at me with those pink cheeks.
"It sounds great, Isabella. I'm starving. Are you? " She just nods and starts to scribble on the note pad, ignoring me. I put my hand on hers and she looks up. Her face flushes even more and she swallows hard.
"What's the matter, sweet girl? You seem so nervous."
She tosses the pencil down and removes her hand from mine, talking quickly.
"No, I'm not nervous. I'm great. Better than great, in fact." She pushed the notepad away from her. "I'm hungry, so yeah, that could be it. I'll be better once I eat." She waves her hand in the air like it's no big deal.
"I'd like to think that, bunny. But I don't think hunger is theproblem. Did I upset you last night? We need to talk about these things if this makes you uncomfortable.”
Her face goes another shade of red. “Oh, yeah,... well,... I feel bad I lost control there for a minute.” She looks at my neck and covers her face with her hands.
“Oh, my god I totally gave you a hickey?” She flops her head on the table. “I’m a skank!”
I burst out laughing. "Sweetheart? You're not a skank. I'm your husband. You're supposed to lose control with me. I’m not complaining. I did too. "
She lifts her head a fraction of an inch and peers up at me. Her eyes are glossing over like she wants to cry. Oh no, not tears, my heart can’t take any more tears.
"You don’t get Alexander! I’m like, crazy hormonal. I’m mad at you, or I'm supposed to be. You ripped my heart out and left it on the floor. You took my job, my life! And all I can think about is how fucken good you smell and I want to do things to you. Like, not good girl things." She covers her face again and whimpers into the table top.
I am trying very hard not to laugh because I feel the same, but she seems really upset about having these feelings. She mumbles into the table not lifting her head up.
“Like one minute I want to eat your face off, and then I want to slap it. And I can never tell from one minute to the next which it's going to be.” She pops her head up out of her hands and her forehead is red from pressing on the table, she waving her hand up and down, over my body her voice is stuttering.
"Like right now! You come walking in here all smelling good, like soap and man… smell. Wearing that tight black t-shirt and those nylon track pants,JESUS! And I lose it. My brain is all…” She makes her voice deep, "You should just jump his bones! And then common sense says, Oh, no you don't! He's an an asshole."
I can't help it now, I do laugh out loud, a deep belly roll laugh because she is so upset about feeling attracted to me and I feel the same about her. I want to eat her for breakfast but I'm not telling her that, she is already upset enough. She finally lifts her head up off the table andlooks at me like an angry kitten.
“This isn’t funny, Alex, not funny at all!” She points at me, “See… now I want to slap you instead of… doing other…things.”
That has me sobering in seconds. She wants to do ‘things’ to me? I can’t help it. My cock gets hard at the thought of all the ‘things’ I want to do to her. I was her first and by god I'll be her last, but she isn't very experienced and I don’t know fuck all about pregnancy hormones, but we can establish a middle ground, something we can both handle till the day arrives for more.
I shake my head. This is so fucked up. She’s my wife, but this feels like dating all over again and I don’t date.
“Okay, so what if we come up with rules?”
“Rules?”
“Yeah, rules.” I grab the notepad and pencil.
“Okay, since we both are attracted to each other, how about we lay down parameters we can live with.”
She’s just looking at me like I lost my mind.
“Okay, kissing.” I point at her with the pencil. “Rule 1. We can kiss, but no chewing, biting or leaving hickeys.” I raise one eyebrow and she nods.
“How about? Clothes are to remain on. That way, no one is tempted to go further. Rule 2.”
I write that down, looking back up at her. She looks so confused, as if she likes this idea, but pissed off her body is betraying her walls of defense.
“As for the ‘man smell’, I can’t help that. But I will give you permission to smell me anytime you desire.” I wiggle eyebrows at her.
Her voice is sad. “Yeah, but that’s what makes me want to eat your lips.”
“Oh, and you think it’s easy for me? You walking around here all cute and smelling like flowers, with your soft skin and pink cheeks?”
She gives me a shy smile like this is the first time she’s ever thought I was just as attracted to her as she is to me.
