Quinn
"IT'S NOT TOO MUCH, is it?" I mumbled as I stared at myself in the mirror, noting the lush silver-blond locks, bright emerald-green eyes, and petite, slender build in a sexy pastel-pink silk and lace two-piece lingerie. I wore a pair of thigh-high white stockings, too, completing the look. Surely, this lingerie wasn't too much, too sexy for this world's fashion or custom. It was my first time with Aldric, and I wanted to make it perfect.
Okay, not perfect, but at least memorable and good for both of us. I took a deep breath and said, "No point in worrying too much."
Aldric must be wondering what was taking me so long, since I had told him I needed to shower again, as he had already done when we had returned an hour ago. I wondered if he thought I was stalling for time, since it had been well over forty minutes since I had stepped into the bathroom.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I turned on my heel and opened the door. In his sleeping pants and a silk robe, the front left open to reveal a deliciously ribbed torso, Aldric was sitting in the armchair near the window, one leg crossed over the other. He was reading, a tablet in hand. It seemed
he was so immersed that he didn't notice me coming out.
I rounded the bed toward him, and a few steps away, I cleared my throat and said, "What are you reading?" as I leaned forward to take a peek.
He drifted his gaze over my body and up to my face. Good lord, but I could feel him really taking me in, and at such a leisurely pace, too, so much so that I felt a little embarrassed. Once our gazes met, he swallowed hard.
"Quinn..." he managed to say.
I chuckled. "Yes, it's me, Quinn. Your wife," I said, teasing. "So, you're reading the road code? That eager to get on that motorbike, I see."
He nodded, his eyes drifting to my chest, which was barely covered by the cute, sexy lingerie bra, and then lower to my belly, which was bare and flat, and then...
He swallowed again.
Oh, dear. It did look like this outfit was too much for this world, after all.
I took a step back and said, "I'll go change into something more modest."
I was turning on my heel when I felt his hand around my wrist, gentle but firm, stopping me in my tracks.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why what?" I asked in return.
"Why... Why must you change?"
"Because this," I said as I pointed to my outfit, "is too revealing."
He shook his head. "No... Uh, yes. I mean no. I mean, yes, it is, but... It's just.... I've never seen any outfit like that before."
"It's called lingerie," I said. "It's what some women wear when she and her husband get intimate. It's when she wants to be sexy for her man."
He ran his gaze over me again, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away.
"Is that so?"
"It is so," I said.
He gently drew me to him, his arms around my waist. "You look beautiful in it... Sorry, I can't seem to think straight."
Ah, so he couldn't think straight seeing me in this, eh? Just the reaction I wanted.
I grinned, cupping his face with my hands and inserting my fingers through his hair. "I'm glad you like it," I said, then kissed him on the lips. It was a sweet kiss, and when I drew back, I said, "Let's move to the bed."
