Jayde climbed out of the shower and went through her usual routine of baby oil and baby powder. Soon, she was standing in front of the closet looking over her clothing, unsure of what to wear.
“You’re rocking back and forth, little rose,” Tyson’s voice reached her from where he lounged on the bed. “Why are you scared? I will be there if you need me.”
Running her soft hand over her face Jayde answered, “I’m not scared.”
“You always rock back and forth when you are scared. I have learned that about you,” he told her.
She turned her head and met his gaze, her own eyes growing sultry. “What else have you learned about me?” One of her fingers trailed down the thick collar of her robe.
He crooked his index finger at her. “I’ve learned many, many things about you.”
“Like?” she prompted even as she approached him slowly.
“Like, chocolate tastes even better when it’s eaten off your silken skin. That you are ticklish behind your knees.” Tyson sat up and removed his shirt, bearing what God gave him to her eager eyes.
“Dear, God, you’re fine,” she said huskily. She was drawn to him as if by an invisible string.
Tyson slid to the edge of the bed and brought her between his legs. His hands lingered on the white sash that kept his gaze from its treasure. “And you are stunning.”
“What else do you know about me?” Jayde asked.
He looked up at her. Her hair fell over one shoulder and he reached up to touch it. “I know you love to rock climb. I know you love to paint. I know you sing in the shower and hum when you are concentrating.” He pulled on the tie of the robe, exposing her naked body to his eyes.
“I know you purr when you are about to have an explosive orgasm. I know how your body reacts to my every touch. How your nipples harden just by me looking at you like this.” His voice was a low timbre of seduction.
“Okay, okay. I get it Tyson. You do know me.” Her body was on fire for him, but she did have some questions for him. Tightening the robe back around her brown body, she straddled his lap. “Now I have a question for you.” Her manicured fingers traced his pectoral muscles.
“Ask away, my little rose.” His hands only clenched the material that kept her luscious body hidden from him.
“When did you get that tattoo?” Jayde was talking about the one on his left bicep. It was of a trident, prongs up, that was crossed with a double-sided axe.
“After we got back from Belize and the men told me all about this amazing Amazon who had saved my ass.”
Curious even more she asked, “What would possess you to get the trident and a battle axe?”
“It’s a sagaris,” he said as he trembled beneath her soft touch.
“A what?” Jayde tipped her head to the side watching him carefully.
“A sagaris. A weapon used by women in rituals and battles. Eventually it became a symbol for the Val-kyries and the Amazons.”
Jayde cupped his face in her hands, bringing it up so she could meet his gaze. “Why would you wear a symbol for warrior women?” A warmth began to spread throughout her body.
“Because, the trident is a symbol of the SEALs and the sagaris is a symbol of the Amazons. So togeth-er, it is us. SEAL and Amazon whose lives are intertwined forever,” he admitted.
“Tyson,” she mumbled as her lips grazed his. “I have never received such a wonderful gift.” To Jayde it meant the world.
“Jayde, when they told me what you’d done I was so full of pride I just about burst. It was a way for me to always display how much you mean to me.”
“Can I have one?” she asked.
His eyes grew wide. “You want a tattoo?”
She nodded. “Like yours.”
“Why would you want to mar this perfect skin?” He pushed her robe to the side placing kisses along her shoulder.
“To show you just how much you mean to me,” she purred and trembled.
“You don’t have to get a tattoo to show me that.”
“What if I want to?” she insisted.
“Then I will take you there and hold your hand the whole time.” His kisses moved lower.
Jayde’s head fell back. “Good, ’cause I was thinking of having it done on my left breast.”
Tyson snapped her back upright and had her face right in his. “I don’t think so,” he deadly growled. “Shoulder fine, back fine. Breast—not in this lifetime.”
“Just making sure you were paying attention, sailor.” Her grin told him she was jesting.
“I am always paying attention to you.” His mouth anchored itself onto hers and for a while, words were exchanged with touches.
Two hours later Tyson was washing his wife’s back in the shower. He’d just finished loving her body in ways neither of them had ever dreamed about with other people. He was sore and he knew she was as well. But the shower’s hot, pounding spray did ease their tired muscles a bit.
“I don’t want to go to this, Tyson,” Jayde said as his soapy hand continued stroking over her back.
“Then don’t.” His lips suckled on the curve of her shoulder.
“I have to go. I can’t spend the rest of my life running from them,” Jayde complained.
Tyson took ‘them’ to mean her parents. “I will go with you if you want.”
“Nothing would give me more pleasure, but I have to know I can stand up to them on my own. I can’t always be intimidated by my family.” She leaned back against him, rubbing her lathered body against his only to turn and press her chest against him. Her eyes dark with desire she murmured, “Oh, dear, now we are all soapy again.”
“And will be well rinsed by the time we get out this shower.” Dear, God, how this woman made him insatiable with lust! Tyson and Jayde made love until the water turned cool.