So far, I was three for three.

I yanked the last pair of new jeans, the ones I wasn’t as sure of, up over my curves and pulled up the zipper.

Waist gap? Check.

Thigh gap? Ha! Only when my husband’s head was between them.

I snickered to myself and walked into the bathroom where the above-mentioned was both naked and wet in the shower.

If I was a smart woman, I’d be taking my clothes off instead of pulling them on.

But like most women, a day trip to the mall for clothes-shopping left me both immensely satisfied and strangely vulnerable.

“Last pair,” I announced as I strode through the bathroom door and parked myself in front of the mirror.

The late afternoon sun angled through the window, slashing a path across the counter and the floor. My favourite time of day.

Rising to my toes, I checked out all angles in the mirror.

The shower curtain rings dragged along the bar once more, and Aiden poked his head out. Water dripped off the curls that framed his forehead and ran down his face to his jaw.

My husband was what my mom would have called ruggedly handsome, becoming more so with every passing year. Gone was the lanky teenager I first fell in love with, only to be replaced by the broad-shouldered, deep-chested, thick-thighed, man before me. With his dark hair, dark eyes, and firm, sharply defined lips, he embodied the dictionary definition of tall, dark, and handsome.

He was my best friend.

My first love.

My husband.

And the father of my children.

In short, he was my everything. And he still melted my panties on a regular basis.

“Nice,” he drawled, his gaze running over me before retreating back behind the shower curtain. “You had a very successful shopping trip.”

I’d had a great day. With my older sister Daniela and her husband Carlos taking our kids for the day, I’d escaped to the Bayview Mall with my younger sisters, Tracy and Ava, while Aiden had dealt with a security issue at one of his rental properties.

I hummed in agreement as I twisted to see my ass in the bathroom mirror. “Is the pocket placement on these ones okay?”

He poked his head out once again. “Yeah, baby, they’re great. Why wouldn’t they be?”

“I don’t know,” I mused, running my palm over the curve of my hip. “I think they make my butt look big. Well, bigger.”

“They don’t,” he stated firmly, then chuckled. “And even if they did, that would not be a bad thing.”

I laughed. “You like my big butt?”

“Love your perfect butt,” he growled, whipping back the curtain with one hand and shutting the water off with the other.

I held up a hand as he stepped out onto the bathmat, all six gorgeous feet of him. “No, Aiden,” I warned. “You’re all wet.”

He grinned and slapped the bathroom door closed as he prowled forward and cut off my escape. “Pity. Should be you who’s wet.”

“I have to make dinner!” I squealed, backing away as far as the small space allowed.

He shook his head slowly, water droplets landing on his wide chest where they merged together and chased each other down, down, down.

Oh. My.

“I’m good to skip straight to dessert,” he rumbled, dark eyes intent on my face.

“I see that,” I purred, my palm landing on his solid chest. “You have to dry off. I just changed the bed. I don’t want you getting my sheets wet!”

“I’m good here.” He pitched forward, his face dipping down to mine as he murmured, “Nice jeans, baby. They’re going to look so much better on the floor.”

My panties flooded. I knew that tone.

“Aiden,” I protested. “The kids are going to be home any minute.” Even to my ears, it sounded weak.

He tucked his fingers into the front of my waistband and flicked open the button. “Then stop wasting time.”

Tilting my head to the side, I tipped my chin up and smirked. “Then you better get busy.”

“There’s my girl,” he growled, yanking me forward and taking my mouth.

My hands ran up over his biceps to curl around his shoulders as he kissed me, his tongue mimicking that age-old dance.

His hands spread my jeans open and worked them over my wide hips, then dove into my underwear to cup my cheeks.

“Love this ass,” he murmured against my mouth before dragging his stubbled chin down my neck and over the curve of my shoulder.

I shivered and sighed, giving in to him the way I always did.

Fully.

Completely.

Joyfully.

“Aiden,” I whispered as his knees hit the floor.

Our first time, the wonder of having my best friend kneeling between my thighs, had been nothing short of miraculous.

Not much had changed.

“Yeah, baby,” he muttered as he slid my new jeans down my legs and off. Hooking his fingers in my panties, he drew those down and added them to the pile.

Patting my thigh, he ordered, “Lean back and open to me.”

Gripping the counter, I pushed back to perch on the edge.

Aiden took it from there. Lifting one leg over his shoulder, he dragged his thumb through my slit to flick my clit.

My head fell back. “Yes.”

His agreement rumbled low in his throat, and then he dove in.

Licking, sucking, pulling my clit into his mouth while I squirmed and rolled my hips.

My belly warmed, my legs quaked.

I cupped my hand around the back of his head and held him tight as I ground down against his face.

Abandoning my clit, he drove his tongue deep inside me before turning his head to suck on the inside of my thigh.

Leaving me hanging by a thread.

“Aiden,” I rasped. “Not nice.”

He laughed as he rose to his feet and turned me to face the mirror.

Dropping that sinful mouth to my neck, he promised, “I’m not going to leave you there, baby.”

Sliding his cock between my thighs, he ordered, “Close your legs.”

I watched him in the mirror.

Handsome face flushed, his eyes cast down, he slowly drove in and out between my thighs, the head of his cock glancing over my aching clit with every pass.

I was so close.

One more and I’d be right there.

He drew back once more. From the gritting of his teeth, this time it cost him.

His dark eyes met mine in the mirror. “Open.”

I never moved so fast to comply in my life.

Hand splayed over my back, chin to his chest, he pushed me down to my elbows and held me still as he guided his cock inside my channel.

I closed my eyes as he filled me, the pleasure like nothing else ever was or could be. “Aiden,” I sighed.

Hands moving to my hips, he pulled me back with his every thrust forward, the hair on his legs brushing against the back of my quivering thighs.

I pushed up, changing the angle every so slightly, and let out a tiny gasp as he hit that spot.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, grinding his cock deeper inside me and stilling.

I panted.

My orgasm trembled on the precipice, but I wanted to come with him.

Gathering my hair back from my face into his fist, he drew my head back and hissed. “Look at you.”

I shook my head minutely and begged, “Don’t stop, baby.”

“Darcy,” he growled. “Fucking open your eyes.”

I complied slowly, my eyelids fluttering open as I fought off my climax.

The woman in the mirror stared back at me from beneath heavy lids, her cheeks flushed, hair mussed, kiss-swollen lips parted.

Wow.

“You see it,” he growled, pulling his hips back and pushing in slowly.

“Don’t tease,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut.

He chuckled darkly. “You’re not in a position to demand much of anything.”

My eyes flew open and met his in the mirror in challenge. Tightening my pelvic muscles, I clamped down around him.

His brow lowered as the smile dropped off his face.

“Bad girl,” he snapped, cracking his big hand down on my ass.

I laughed and pressed back.

Shaking his head, he grasped my hips and buried himself inside me.

My momentary victory gave way to a long, needy moan as he pulled back and drove inside me again, hitting that spot, stealing my breath.

Fire ignited in my belly.

Reaching back with one hand, I grasped onto his forearm. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he grunted. “Give it to me.”

My back arched.

His body bowed.

I cried out and tightened around him as he grunted out his release behind me.

I dropped my head down to rest on my folded arms.

He ran his hands up over my sides and pressed a kiss to my back.

Life didn’t get any better than this.