Chapter 47: Feast

There’s a movie on the TV and dinner on the stove when Sean hears the lock turn. His heart swells as the door opens, and he hears Beth call his name.

She smiles at him as she closes the door. Her cheeks are flushed, her face glowing. Even in a tacky Christmas tee shirt and the plain red skirt she’s thrown on with it, she looks radiant.

“Hey,” he says, as she hangs her keys on the hook and sets her purse on the little table beside the door. “How was—”

It hits him like a punch to the gut. Her scent. Stronger than ever before, so overwhelming that one moment he’s on the couch, trying to ask how her day was, and the next—

The next, he’s got her spread out for him like a feast on the kitchen table.

“Sean—” she cuts off with a moan as his tongue slides up the center of her. The taste of her explodes in his mouth, more potent than it’s ever been.