Page 59 of Married to Number 22
One side of my mouth curves up.
Especially when he adds, “But is it a close second? Oh yeah, sweetheart.”
“I—”
But I don’t even know what I would have said next because whatever bit of sass had risen up in my throat, preparing to escape and tease this man who I desperately want to be mine is cut off when he wraps an arm around my middle and drags me against him, lips sealing over mine, tongue sliding into my mouth.
He kisses me long and deep and wet.
And even before he gives me a moment to catch my breath, before he scoops me up and carries me to the bed…
I’m ready.
He isn’t, though.
He takes his time stripping the lacy undergarments from my body as he kisses me, as he strokes and licks and touches, as he caresses and worships and loves, as he guides me up and sends me over the edge before coaxing me back down.
Only, just as he rolls on another condom and starts to stroke home…
There’s another knock at the door.
One that doesn’t stop.
One that means I’m clutching the blankets to my chin and Aiden is cursing up a blue streak again.
One that means he’s pulling away from me and answering the door in a towel, also again.
Thank God for small miracles, it’s not another hockey player intruding.
Though, the interruptionisfrom Smitty—at least according to the note on the room service tray, tucked between the plates of food, it’s corner secured beneath the bottle of champagne.
To keep your energy up.
-S
P.S. It had better be a really good party.
Twenty-Three
Aiden
I snagmy gas station hot dog from the snack table, along with a can of Coke.
There was no morning skate for the team today—something I was very thankful for when I crawled my ass out of the hotel room’s bed this afternoon.
Yup.
Thisafternoon.
Because Luns and I spent all night and all day in bed. Fucking and laughing, talking and kissing. Eating room service and going through all the towels in the room because we had to get cleaned up…and then I needed to make sure every inch of her was soaped and stroked and scrubbed to perfection.
The best day.
Starting with that beautiful dress. Then the vows, the kiss, the fact that she became mine. Scorching the sheets. Learning the small intricacies of her again and some I never knew—like how she smiles in her sleep and wants to be held close as she drifts off to sleep. Remembering the way her cheeks go pink as I tease her and her absolute obsession with watching cooking shows on the Food Network.
Little pieces of her.
And I’m soaking them up.
