Winning Back His Wife by A. B. Ewing Page B

The fact that he was concerned about her welfare, tugged at her heart
strings.
    Bending at her side he looked for signs of distress on her
face.
    “Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah. I’m just a little bit tired with this sun. I think I
better go lie down”
    “Okay, let me get Garvin…” Caleb was about to stand when she
caught him by the arm.
    “No!” Returning to his stooping position, he waited for what
was going to come next.
    “Will you take me?” She was actually giving him the
opportunity to touch her, to hold her close to him, to feel her soft skin
against his skin. Would he take her? Hell yes!
    Without waiting for her to ask again, he swept her off the
chair in one fluent motion and headed inside. Caleb felt as if they had crossed
a major hurdle today. Things were certainly look up.
    ****
    Somehow the events that had unfolded at the pool four days ago
had brought Caleb and Neela closer. There was a measure of comfort between them
that wasn’t there before. He touched her more but never in a sexual way.
    Although Garvin still did all the therapy, Caleb tended to
the more personal stuff. 
    Like tonight, he had brought her up to bed and disappeared
to tuck the kids in but she knew he would be back soon with all the therapeutic
oils. Garvin was sent home early and Caleb was going to do the massaging of her
feet. Although she still couldn’t feel a thing she knew this was going to be
torture.
    A soft knock sounded on the bedroom door. Caleb came in,
shutting it behind him.
    “Are they asleep?” Neela enquired of the kids.
    “Yeah, they were out like a light as soon as their heads hit
the pillows.”
    She was sitting against the pillows; her legs stretched out
before her much like she did by the pool. Only this time there was no bathing
suit and no ponytail. Instead she wore a navy blue camisole and matching
boxers. Her hair was in a single braid, coming over her shoulder, to rest on
her chest. Did Caleb think she looked sexy? Where the hell did that come from?
     As Caleb took his place at the foot of the bed, Neela
closed her eyes and lay back. What wouldn’t she do to feel those big hands that
were gently massaging her legs? Oh well, they did say good things came to those
who waited.
    She didn’t know when she fell asleep but she woke to the
sound of Caleb calling her name.
    “Neela. Neela, babe?”
    And he was there above her. His handsome face so close to
her, his warm, minty breath on her face. How could she possible resist him?
    Oh, damn it all to hell. She was only human. Burying her
hand in his hair she drew his mouth to hers.
    There they were - the fireworks that always went off when
they were together. Caleb groaned deep within his throat when her tongue
flickered out to caress his lips.
    “Neela, God, baby. What are you trying to do to me?” Caleb
breathed into her open mouth. Neela took the opportunity to penetrate his
warmth ,drawing his taste in.
    Flattening his body against hers, he used his hands to touch
everywhere he could.
    His large palm cupped her waist, squeezing a little before
it dove under her camisole. She whimpered when his hand travelled up her bare
skin and grazed the underneath of one firm breast.
    Hungry to feel his skin, she tugged at his T-shirt, yanking
it above his head, his muscles constricting and relaxing as he arched his back
to help her.
    This was not love-making. It was two people that were
starved for sexual release. It was pure animalistic mating.
    Caleb drew up her camisole to expose one voluptuous breast.
Lowering his head he took the pebbled peak in his mouth.
    Neela arched off the bed, her fingers digging into the flesh
of his back.
    “Caleb, please. I need you now.”
    “I know, baby. I need you too.”
    ****
    Lifting himself, Caleb was reaching for the button on his
jeans when his phone began to ring.
    Who the hell was calling him this hour of the night?
Ignoring the phone, he continued to undress. This is what he had been dreaming
of for the last five