John gave Nana time to get ready for bed. He remembered how body-shy she'd been, how he'd had to coax her into nakedness. She'd had a sweet little body, small-breasted, slim and lithe as a willow-wand, such a pleasure to touch. Of course she was different now; just a month ago she'd given birth, and while she'd lost a great deal of her baby weight, her curves were now more womanly instead of girlish. He wondered if she were still as shy. Most likely so. He wouldn't push; what she felt ready to do they would, and no more.
Barefooted, he padded up the stairs and into their bedroom. Nana stood at the window, dressed in a soft-looking gown, pretty but not meant to be sexy. She seemed lost in thought, but the corner of her mouth curved up a little, so they weren't serious thoughts. Good. Things shouldn't be serious tonight.
John came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. She smelled wonderful and felt so soft and warm in his embrace. Heat slipped down his body, curled low in his belly, and he felt himself stir.
He'd never been one for flowery speeches or displays of sentiment, and it wasn't likely to change now. He spread his hands over the slight curve of her belly, felt her stomach muscles shiver beneath his palms.
"I'd like to take you to bed," he said gently. "It doesn't have to be anything else, just lying together. I always did like that, and I've missed it. You have the softest skin I've ever touched."