Still Hot For You by Diane Escalera

sex.
    “From now on, our marriage comes first.”
    “Done.”
    “We'll fight hard to stay happy.”
    “Done.”
    “We'll be more spontaneous and go out on dates.”
    “Done.”
    “We'll communicate better.”
    Dylan nodded. He'd already vowed to do his best. “Done.”
    Shay's hands went to his shoulders. She traced them through his shirt. “We'll have a baby when we're both ready.”
    When the time came, he would embrace it. Adjusting Shay on his lap, he cupped her jaw and kissed her mouth. “Can we go home now and practice?”
    “Done,” she said.
    * * * *
    Shay wanted Dylan. Emotions on overload, she needed to release the valve on her fiery passion. God, she was happy. Their marriage had been tested. And they'd passed. No. It was bigger than that. They'd opened up in a whole new way. It had taken almost losing each other to realize how much they needed each other.
    She attacked him the second they got home. Her tongue hungrily mated with his. Like wanton newlyweds, they ravaged each other mercilessly.
    Marriage wasn't easy. The hard was what made it all worthwhile. Who didn't want someone to share life's insanities? Who didn't need someone to believe in them? Her hands caressed his wide back. Their tongues unleashed an onslaught of feelings that invaded their souls.
    They needed a bed. Now. She broke the kiss and gazed into the depths of her husband's wondrous eyes. So beautiful. And he looked so in love. “Take me,” she said.
    Dylan carried her to their bedroom and stripped off her clothes. He spread her neatly on the bed and sat down beside her. With his smoky blues eyes, he ransacked her naked perimeter. He leaned over and gave her a deep, compelling kiss. Shay's nipples hardened. Her knees clutched together.
    Dylan put his finger in his mouth and licked it. He rolled the wet tip over her puckered nipple. She felt a stab between her legs and let out a soft moan. She couldn't help it.
    He cupped his hands over her breasts, molding them into his palms. He massaged her fullness, pressing, rolling her nipples between his fingers. His head dipped and his mouth took over.
    Her body bucked with pleasure. She was so hot, so wet. Oh, God . His tongue came dangerously close to that part of her that ached for him. She muffled her groans, gulped for air.
    Her hands grabbed his hair as his head traveled south. Every inch of her longed for his touch, begged for it. Lurid sounds escaped her throat. He spread her legs and his masterful tongue flicked over her. Omigod . Her eyes rolled back into her head.
    He pressed her thighs down and gave her a tongue bath. Her lower body lifted right off the mattress. His hands anchored her butt while his mouth drove out more whimpers.
    Dylan's fingers joined the party. The sensations were surreal. Her legs braced his head to keep him from stopping, keep her from falling into the abyss. “You like that?” His tone was sexy personified.
    Shay went beyond desperation. She held on as long as she could because it felt so freaking good. “Yes,” she cried, jamming her hips into him.
    When his mouth stopped abruptly, so did her heart. What the ... She practically screamed aloud. He went back to work on her breasts, but that's not what she wanted.
    He peeled off his clothes and climbed over her, resting his full weight on top of her. With a severe look, he stared into her eyes. Hooking her leg over his arm, he spread her wide. Dylan entered with one long stroke.
    She hissed as her man filled her completely. God, she loved how it felt, how he felt. She swallowed hard. “It's our last night of Booty Camp,” came out breathlessly.
    “Who said?” Dylan pumped his body with controlled measure.
    She matched him stroke for sumptuous stroke. Maybe Booty Camp was ending. But they weren't. She looked forward to the future, to shifting gears, growing their family. And who said she couldn't have it all? What if she started her own business from home? With today's technology, anything was