I lay down next to Ryan and stretched out, feeling his warmth. He looked relaxed now, a stupid grin on his face that made me chuckle softly. The wind howled outside, pushing the rain against the window, but inside, it was warm and cozy. David climbed over Ryan’s legs with the careful grace of a man who’d done this many times before, his muscled thighs brushing against Ryan’s as he moved. He settled on top of me, the solid warmth of his chest pressing against mine, his weight both familiar and thrilling as he braced himself on his forearms. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something uniquely him—filled my senses as he leaned down, his stubble grazing my cheek before his lips, soft and slightly chapped, brushed against mine with deliberate tenderness.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and husky, making my heart race.

“Hey, yourself,” I replied, smirking. The kiss started gentle, a teasing brush of lips, but it quickly deepened. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The lingering taste of Ryan mingled with David’s own as we deepened the kiss, our tongues meeting in a rhythm that made my pulse quicken and heat pool deep in my core like liquid fire.

Even after four years of marriage, David could still take my breath away. His fingers tangled in my hair as he kissed me, pulling me closer. I craved him—wanted him inside me, hard and deep. I needed to feel him fill me completely, like he always did.

As the kiss broke, I felt a flicker of mischief in David’s eyes. “You know, I was thinking about you earlier,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh yeah?