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“Zeke’s jams?” I offered.
“Oh, god, don’t even get me started on that kink,” she sputtered out a laugh, pulling away from me for a moment as she doubled over with laughter.
“Um, I think I missed something. What’s so funny about Zeke’s jams?” I questioned, confused.
“It’s a long story. I promise I’ll tell you about it sometime,” she responded, wiping a few errant tears of laughter from her eyes. “Not tonight, but sometime.”
“I have half a mind to make you tell me,” I threatened, reaching out and grabbing her by the sides to pull her back to me. She was too far away. I wanted her close. “But if you promise to tell me later, I guess I’ll let it go for tonight,” I acquiesced.
“Thank you for that,” she tittered, her giggles finally dying down as she settled back against me again. “I miss the woods,” she sighed.
“What about them?” I asked quietly, running my fingers along her body in no particular fashion, only wanting to feel more connected to her. Those woods held more happy memories for me than anywhere else in Zion. I could have named a million reasons why I missed them, but I was curious what her answer would be.
“I miss running out into the woods in the middle of the night,” she answered softly, her fingers finding the tops of my forearms and running the same patterns over my skin where I had rolled my shirtsleeves up earlier in the day.
“Like you did that first night?” I reminded her, thinking back to that fateful day.
“Yeah. I still can’t believe I did that,” she chuckled, her head dropping back to rest against my shoulder, letting herself think back to that night.
“You can’t believe it?!” I scoffed, tickling her sides as she giggled. “How do you think I felt? Here I was married to this borderline child and poof—she just takes off into the woods without a word.” As much as I teased her, that memory was one of the best I had. It had been the start of all things good in my life. All these good things wrapped up in this woman, amid utter evil.
“Yeah, that must have seemed crazy as I think back on it,” she admitted, still giggling lightly as my fingertips danced so lightly against her ribcage.
“I thought you were absolutely unhinged,” I admitted with a short laugh of my own.
“I don’t blame you! I was such an ignorant flower child back then,” she sighed. There was so much weight in her words. She had grown so much in such a short amount of time. Gone was the naïve almost-child I had married. In her place stood this strong, fierce warrior of a woman who took my breath away every day.
“But then I saw you, in the clearing. Just dancing around in the moonlight to music that only you could hear. It took my breath away,” I admitted, kissing the side of her neck softly, letting my words run freely.
“It didn’t seem like it at the time,” she chuckled. “I royally pissed you off. Come to think of it, you were pissed off every time I ran.”
“Not every time,” I reminded her, my voice turning low and deep as I whispered close to her ear.
“Okay, fine. Not every time,” she conceded, shivering delightfully. “But admit it, you were pissed half the time.”
“Only when you didn’t listen,” I shrugged.
“Pfft, do I ever?” That sassy little attitude was right back where it belonged. That would make tonight all the more fun. Speaking of which, it was time to put that plan into action.
“Not usually. Not unless I stalk you. Or when my voice gets low and deep, like this,” I muttered, my words whispered against the shell of her ear. My hands moved over her body further, not just running over her arms or her sides, but sweeping down to the outside of her thighs.
“Mhmm, yes. Just like that,” she repeated, her voice turning airy and low as her arousal began to spark.
“Or when I pull you close, my nose running over your neck like this,” I murmured, letting my nose run along the long line of her neck, taking in her scent slowly.
“You have a thing with smell, Malachi,” she teased, but her voice had gone deep and husky with arousal.
“Correction, little bird, I have a thing withyoursmell,” I growled against the shell of her ear.
“Malachi, what are you trying to start?” she asked, a teasing little lilt to her voice. I could feel her ass shifting back towards me, rubbing against my hardening cock suggestively. There was no doubt about it. My little bird was ready to play.
“That depends?” I shrugged, keeping my attitude light, but my tone was low and dark.
“On?” she barely breathed out in a whisper.
“Whether you were being honest about how healed your ankle really is,” I almost growled against her neck. I could feel her pulse beneath the skin of her neck, pounding away and beginning to race.
“The doctor cleared me for everything three days ago,” she explained almost breathlessly.
