“That’s right,” he said.
“It might be different…with me,” she whispered.
“Because I care about you.”
“Yes.”
“It’ll be better with you, princess.”
“I know,” she laughed. “I’m very good in bed.”
“Is that right?” He raised an eyebrow. He was certain she was telling the truth. Meredith was passionate and loyal and funny. He imagined she was the type of playful partner any man would love to have in his bed. She would probably make him laugh hard and she would definitely make him take his time playing with her.
Those were things he wanted.
He wanted to have fun in bed. Yeah, he liked tying people up. Oh yes, he loved a little bit of bondage and spanking. What he really wanted though, more than anything else, was the connection he felt with Meredith, and he wanted to take that to the next level.
“Very good,” she said, nodding.
“Tonight?” He asked. “After bedtime?”
They couldn’t do anything right now. He didn’t resent having a daughter, but they did have to lose some of the spontaneity since she was around. They’d have to be careful not to raise any eyebrows or to alert Alice to their shenanigans.
He waited with baited breath. What was she going to say? Was she actually ready for him? He was ready for her. Oh, he was so very, very ready.
“Tonight,” she agreed.
He kissed her again once more to seal the deal, and then he went to go finish cleaning up the supper dishes. It was nearly seven now, and Alice would go to bed around nine. After that, all bets were off. He was going to take the best damn care of Meredith. She wouldn’t even know what hit her.
When he got to the kitchen, he started cleaning up the dinner dishes. He carefully wrapped up the leftovers and put them in the fridge. Then he wiped down the table. He hurried, moving swiftly, and then he went back upstairs. He went into his bedroom and took a long, hot shower. He needed to relax just a little before this actually happened.
It was finally happening.
He was going to make love to Meredith and it was going to be un-fucking-believable.
By the time he finished dressing, it was time to put Alice to bed. Even though she was a big girl now, she still liked having stories read to her. Daniel sat on the side of the bed and read her two different story books, kissed her on the forehead, and sent her to bed.
Then he left, closing the door carefully behind himself.
He went into his room and took a look around. There were a lot of different things he could do that night with Meredith. As far as he knew, she was basically a BDSM virgin, so he wouldn’t make things too crazy or wild. Not tonight.
Then again, maybe crazy and wild was exactly what she needed.
He wasn’t the type of person who liked to over plan a scene. In his mind, a scene should be spontaneous when possible. He liked to go with the flow. Some couples liked to plan every aspect of a scene, and sometimes, that was okay. If they were acting out a fantasy, for example, then it was totally fine to have their lines memorized.
But in Daniel’s head, it felt more like they were practicing for a play than enjoying a night together, and he wanted to avoid that.
He had chosen pajama pants and a plain black tee to wear. Meredith knocked on his door at ten, and when he opened it, he looked down and smiled at her.
“Hello, beautiful.”
“Hi,” she whispered breathlessly.
Then she came into the room.
Chapter Seven
Her hands had never wobbled like this before.