Chapter Eighty

"Are you hungry? I could microwave you something really quick," I asked, still enveloped in his hands, but he shook his head.

"What do you want me to do then?" I questioned him because his face was still betraying no emotion.

I tried to get out of our hug so I could look at his face, but he just held me in his hands while heading towards the bedroom. He stopped in front of our children's room, looked inside, then closed back to the door.

He went inside, dropped me on the bed, and climbed on. He took my mouth in a kiss and I opened it for him immediately, his tongue stroking mine and his hands on my back massaging it.

I slipped my hand into his hair, running my hand through it, while he devoured my mouth. His tongue slid to my throat, nipping and having me moan out his name, His hand roamed over my b*obs, teasing them with the dress still on, then pulling my nightgown up and running his hands on my curves.

"Hay...den," I moaned, but then I felt his hand on my pants, and he started rub