Page 31 of Give It a Day
Her eyes flicker downwards, just for a moment, before she hides behind another joke. “You really need to work on your sales pitch. ‘I want everything’ is a little intense, don’t you think?”
I chuckle. “That’s who I am, Kaye.Intense.”
She sinks onto the edge of the bed. “It’s exhausting, being the center of your world. Can’t you take up a hobby or something?”
I kneel in front of her, resting my hands on the bed at either side of her. “You’re my everything now, little bird. And you’ll get used to it. You have no choice or say on the matter.”
Her lips twitch, clearly fighting a smile. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re irresistible,” I counter. “I know I’m not easy to deal with, Kaye. I know I’m asking for more than you’re ready to give. But I’ll wait. As long as it takes, I’ll wait.”
She studies me, her humor fading, replaced by a quiet depth. “And what if I never give it to you?”
I lift a hand, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “Then I’ll spend the rest of my life earning it.”
She looks so unsure when she regards me this time that it makes my chest feel heavy, the drumming in my heart hitting harder. Her lips part, letting out a shaky, silent breath before speaking. “I’m your everything, huh?”
“Yes, you are, from the moment we got married until the day I draw my last breath.”
“I’m pretty sure even as a ghost, you’d haunt me.”
“That, I will.” I smile, enjoying that particular joke. Only because it’s true.
The tension between us shifts, no longer sharp or on the edge. It’s clear to me that I want her—that I love her—but she’s not ready to return that. Not yet.
So I’ll spend every waking moment to make her know she can’t escape me, and that she doesn’t have to run unless she wants me to chase her. And I always will, whenever her legs decide to try outrunning her spiraling thoughts.
Her eyes search mine, and I stay put, letting her see that I won’t waver. I haven’t, and I never will. Then she says with an exhausted smirk, “I’ll make our honeymoon a living hell. I’ll make so many demands.”
Of course I know she’s teasing me, but with that brilliant smirk of hers, along with my promise to be patient and less pushy, I go along with it. “Is that so? What sort of demands?”
“Doing things like this with you between my legs.” She bites herbottom lip again, and it drives me instantly insane, with how badly I want her.
“Whatever my wife wishes.” I kiss her cheek and trail down until I reach her neck. Her sweet moans drive me crazier, making my mind up. I’m claiming her in this bed too. Besides, our honeymoon starts now. “You have to know something about me, Kaye. I put all my chips on the table because I never lose.”
“Your luck will run out one day.”
“What makes you say that?” I ask in a husky whisper. “From my view, it looks like I’m about to get luckier.”
“Ha ha,” she deadpans, making me smirk.
“When you’re being this bratty, it only makes me want to put you in your place.”
“Well, my place is getting out of this dress—”
“I like the sound of that.”
“—and taking another bath because I swear I have grass in my ass.”
I stifle a laugh, standing up and grabbing her hands to help her up. “Then I’ll be joining you.”
“Whatever my husband wishes.”
We head to the ensuite. It’s nothing like my private bathroom. Instead, it’s more similar to our bedroom—all white, pristine, untouched with a rare painting and a chandelier over the bathtub in the center. There’s a glass-walled shower with side sprays and a control panel. The bathroom has a mirror as wide as the long countertop with his and hers sinks. Perfume and oils are bottled in clear crystal glasses, arranged in a way that makes the entire space look inviting.
Kaye scowls in disapproval at the shower’s control panel, throwing a thumb at it as she points her scowl at me. “The chandelier, I can deal with. But a rocket science shower? Really?”
I smile. She makes me do that. “Only the best for my wife.”
