Page 144 of Wicked Love

“Hey…got any Bogey tricks planned for my wedding like you did for yours?” I ask.

He shrugs, but there’s a mischievous glint in his eye. “He can always bring the ring down the aisle if you want him to,” he says. “Or maybe he knows a few other tricks he can pull out.” He winks.

I laugh. “Somehow I knew you would.”

By the time we land in the Bahamas and step outside the airport, I can already feel the tension of the season melting away. The resort is breathtaking. Palm trees swaying, crystalline waves rolling onto white sand. Sunlight bounces off the water, and everyone looks more relaxed already as we cheese-smile at each other.

“This is heaven,” Poppy sighs.

We enjoy an amazing dinner out on the sand and then leave Becca and Jonas in the capable hands of their grandparents for the night. Jonas is just starting to sleep through the night, but Poppy’s dad says he’ll bring him to our hut forPoppy to nurse him if he wakes up before morning. Poppy and I settle into our romantic getaway, the sound of the ocean like a lullaby. But who wants to sleep when we have all night to love each other?

If it had been even a month ago, we would’ve.

But after a couple weeks of sleeping better, I love the eager way Poppy eyes my body like she’s been craving me as much as I’m craving her. I missed her body in the weeks after Jonas was born, but I have not suffered. I feel closer to her than ever. But now, kissing my way down her body and taking my time with her without worrying about the baby waking up or anyone hearing, is a luxury. I can’t get enough of her, the way she arches into my mouth, her wet core coating my fingers and then sinking into her like I’m a man coming home.

“Ohhh,” she moans. “You feel so good. Can we do this all night?”

“I want to more than anything.” I try to stay still, every muscle clenched in anticipation, but the need to move is too strong.

A hundred expressions cross her face as I drag in and out of her. Tension, relief, ecstasy, lust…it’s intoxicating to watch her. She’s warm and so wet and her hands find my ass, pulling me so deep I bottom out. She rocks with me to get me deeper, whispering, “More.”

I give her everything. All of me. Once I gave her my heart, I don’t do anything half-assed. I tell her how I feel, I tell her what I want, I show her how much I love her, need her…

I groan. “I’m so close and I don’t want it to be over.”

“I’m close too,” she says.

Her tits bounce and one of them leaks on me, which makes me grin. I love every fucking thing about her. I flip usover so she’s on top of me, and she grinds against me, her head falling back as she chases her orgasm.

“That’s it,” I tell her.

“So good,” she cries.

Her orgasm comes hard and fast, and it nearly squeezes the life out of me, but I’m determined to prolong this. I squeeze my eyes closed and she rolls her hips, riding me to the edge again. Right before she nearly falls, I flip her on her back again, and drive into her, hitting that spot that makes her see stars.

“Bowie,” she yells.

And when she comes again, I’m right there with her.

It’s otherworldly good.

“I love you,” I say when we go still, nothing moving but where I’m joined to her, tiny pulses and her answering squeezes.

“I love you too,” she says softly.

And despite our wishes to go all night, we fall asleep and sleep like the dead…like the parents of a three-month-old.

I wake up feeling more rested than I have in months.

Poppy looks over at me and grins. “So much for our sexual renaissance,” she says. “But our honeymoon is just beginning.”

“There’s hope for us yet,” I say, pressing a kiss on her stomach. “Good morning, Mrs. Fox. Are you ready to marry me again?”

“So ready.”

We get ready and Poppy feeds Jonas. We enjoy a late, leisurely breakfast and then I head over to Rhodes’ hut to get ready with the guys. I pass the girls on their way to get ready with Poppy.

“Your hair is the perfect length for the wedding, Bowie,”Elle says. “Don’t let Rhodes talk you into a bet involving your hair ever again.”

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