chapter Fourty-EIght
Daddy’s Home
Tasha
Four months later…
I feel a little guilty. It’s the first time I’ve been away from my son. I take him everywhere with me, even with the nanny LaSalle insisted on bringing in.
With Sammy being such a hand full, LaSalle wanted me to have full time help. I still manage everything day to day, pretty much on my own. Macy is sweet, but I like taking care of my family.
My family. I never thought I’d get to say those words in this lifetime. I have to laugh now, when I think about all the questions Ellen used to ask about my love life and my desire to be a mother. I understand.
I’ve been away from my son for two hours and I want to rush home to him. No one can care for him like I can. So, I can only imagine how Ellen felt about her three little ones.
“You’re lost in your thoughts again,” LaSalle interrupts my reverie.
My eyes meet his lust filled eyes. He has been giving me that look all night. When I came downstairs, in the car ride here, when he pulled my seat for me to sit, not once has he hidden his desire this evening.
We haven’t made love in so long. When I got the all clear to, LaSalle was in Ireland with Logan. He is just returning home. I’ve missed my husband something awful, but I know he is handling what needs to be done.
I was pissed to find out what happened to DJ. Desha is the sweetest person ever, until you piss her off. Brooklyn won’t let her out of his sight now, and he was overprotective of her before the bar attack.
LaSalle has been busy since the baby and I returned home. We needed this time. I feel like we need to reconnect. I’d be a straight liar if I said my panties haven’t been moist since coming down the stairs in the house to a blue suit, white shirt, grey tie, wearing LaSalle.
The man is just that damn gorgeous. Even now, I lick my lips, wanting a taste of him. I don’t know if we will make it home without me trying to jump him in the back seat of the car.
I think it’s sweet that we are here, on the roof of LaSalle’s restaurant, just like what seems like so long ago. We’ve come such a long way since back then. Neither of us tries to hide who we are to each other anymore.
“I was thinking about Elijah. I miss him,” I say in response to his words.
“He’s fine. I’m sure he is missing you too, but he will be more than fine. He’s had you all to himself for almost two months. His daddy needs Mommy too,” LaSalle says sexily and winks.
A smile spreads across my lips. Mm, Mommy has been needing some of Daddy in the worst way. I shift in my seat.
Our waiter arrives with dessert. LaSalle ordered the chocolate caramel cake. It’s divine. I’m not sure why he asked for a side of the caramel sauce. There is more than enough on the cake.
“Thank you,” LaSalle says to the waiter, but his heated stare remains on me. “Leave it there on the tray. You can let everyone know they can lock up and go home now.”
I lift a brow at my husband. He just gives me a crooked smile. Oh, really, I think to myself, squeezing my thighs together.
LaSalle lifts to his feet and begins to remove his suit jacket. My breasts start to heave within the confines of my strapless bodycon dress. I’ve been working my ass off to get rid of the baby fat. Fitting into this dress was nothing short of a hard won miracle.
I bite my lip, as I watch my man’s muscles play beneath his shirt. I feel like a giddy teenager. I can’t wait until he gets his hands on me.
LaSalle unbuttons the top four buttons of his dress shirt, before swiping his hand across the table. Dishes fall to the floor and I’m in his arms in the next motion, taking their place on the table top.
LaSalle steps in between my legs and pushes my dress up my thighs. I’m panting so heavily it sounds harsh to my own ears. I slide my hands into his shirt.
“I’ve missed you so much,” LaSalle whispers against my temple as he inhales me. “I want you, but I want to take my time with you.”
“Please,” I breathe.
LaSalle cups my jaw tightly, while taking my lips slowly. His kiss says a million words. It is like no time at all has passed between us or I haven’t been aching for him for almost two months.
I shiver as he pulls down the zipper on the back of my dress. This could never happen at home, with a house full of kids and a revolving door of guests. I’m grateful for this moment.
My husband peels me out of my dress and panties, leaving me sitting in the middle of the table in my bra and heels. He returns to the task of removing his shirt and shrugs it to the floor.
His intense gaze never leaves mine. He reaches for the cake, forking a piece and holding it up to my lips. I open my mouth, wrapping my lips around the fork.
It’s so moist and sweet. I moan as I clean the fork. LaSalle dips his head in to taste the treat from my mouth. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and groans as he takes his fill.
Pulling back, he feeds me more cake and repeats the process. Allowing me to eat the cake, before he treats himself to the flavor from my mouth. I hold on to his waist, loving and hating this torture.
“Lie back,” he orders when the cake is all done.
I do just as he asks. Lying on my back with my legs dangling off the edge of the table. LaSalle gets rid of the plate and fork, before cupping the backs of my knees and lifting my feet to the edge of the table. His hands land on my knees, pushing my legs open wide.
I look down from my vantage point to see him move for the bowl of caramel. LaSalle pulls up a chair between my legs and sits. He places the bowl of caramel sauce down.
I watch as he spoons the sauce, then holds it over my mound, letting it drip down onto me. My stomach quivers in anticipation, but my husband is in no rush. His penetrating stare tells me that he is going to move at his own pace.
LaSalle takes his time, kissing his way down my thigh to my center. He flicks his tongue gently over the sticky sauce, but pulls back before he can really start his feast. Moments later, he is covering me with more sauce, across my belly and down between my weeping lips.
I cry out and grab the sides of the table, when he finally begins to clean up every last drop. Sucking at my belly, kissing my button, and licking me deep. I’m breathless by the time I come.
I stare up at the sky, as the stars twinkle back at me. LaSalle kisses his way up my body, until our lips meet. I can taste me and caramel sauce on his lips and tongue. He kisses me deeply as he enters me slowly.
I’m so dazed I didn’t hear, see, or feel when he removed his pants. It doesn’t matter at this point. I lock my legs around his waist, holding on tightly.
“Look at me, Baby,” LaSalle rasps.
I look into his eyes and get lost instantly. His hands, cover mine clinching the table as he pumps into me. I dig my heels into his ass, causing him to growl. Grabbing a breast in one hand, he wraps the other around my back and lifts me into his chest.
Standing straight, he changes our position and angle. I cry out and reach for his shoulders. This is definitely the way I would love to welcome him home all the time.
“We come together,” LaSalle breathes in my ear.
I nod my response. I can’t do anything else. His hand roaming my back is only stirring the feelings I have inside. It’s all I need when his mouth covers my neck and sucks. I explode with pleasure.
I bury my face in LaSalle’s neck. “Welcome home, Baby,” I whisper.