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He grins and snuggles up next to me. I reach behind me to turn off the light.
Holding him in my arms, my head on his soft pillow, I watch as he drifts to sleep.
Shelby’s platinum hair gleams in the moonlight, and his warm weight against my body feels right. I’m a little scared to move, not wanting to touch him more than I’m allowed. He’s this combination of soft and hard—velvety skin, lean muscle. It’s entrancing. But I keep my hands where they are and tug him closer to me.
I think about the day.
I’mmarried. To aman.Thisman.
It seems I really picked a good one, for not knowing him very well. With his scent relaxing me, as well as the security of knowing I’m going to get medical care, I drift off, too.
At some point in the middle of the night, I wake up, and Shelby’s spread out on top of me, fast asleep. His nose turns up a little bit, and it’s adorable. He has a slight, whiffling snore. My hand moves to play with his pale hair, his lean back. It even goes exploring to the round curve of his ass on one journey.
I’ve never experienced anything like this. It’s not like being with a woman. The stick he’s poking my leg with tells me that, as well as his flat, hard chest.
Also … my husband isgorgeous.
With that thought, I go back to sleep.
CHAPTER9
Shelby
Iwake before my alarm, drifting to consciousness when I realize I’m being held by my husband.
To repeat:myhusband.
And wow, we spent our wedding night in the same bed. I never would’ve figured that would happen under the circumstances. Not that I had that much chance to think before jumping into marriage—or bed—with Camden. His huge, defined bicep eclipses my arm, and he feels solid and amazing behind me.
There’s also something solid and amazing pressing against my ass.
I need to pee, and brush my teeth and make myself more presentable. So I reluctantly wiggle out of his grasp and slip into the bathroom to freshen up. Once I’m done, I return to resume the same position, except Cam isn’t wearing a shirt, and until he crawled into my bed last night, I’d never seen him shirtless. I have to take a moment to inspect him.
I sigh hard.
He’s just so handsome. His morning stubble and messy hair make him look rumpled and vulnerable. And, much to my delight—okay, and some frustration—when he took off his shirt, I learned that both his nipples are pierced. I’m not saying I would’ve married him for that reason alone, but it is a bonus.
A bonus I can’t enjoy to the fullest extent.
I watch his chest rise and fall for a moment before I slide back in next to him. When I do, he snuffles happily, and I smile into my pillow.
I really want to kiss him. I want to jump his bones, actually.
But I can resist. I’m going to respect my own boundaries. I have to.
My thoughts drift until he moves and blinks his eyes open.
“Hi,” I say. My anxious brain worries that he’s going to run away screaming once he realizes what he did yesterday.
“Hey. Morning.” Cam leans over, and before I can go down any mental rabbit hole, he’s kissing me.
Okay. Yes.
It’s a quick peck, but I don’t let him get away with that. I tug the back of his neck, and he grunts a little but moves between my legs, not protesting. And when I part my lips, he slides his tongue into my mouth.
This in turn wakes up my cock, which had been idling but now is revving to go. He’s still hard, too, and his cock brushes against my leg.
We break apart for a moment, panting, and he blinks rapidly. “Sorry.”
