Page 57 of Yours, Now and Always
I turn to face Gage after we finish with our teeth and reach for his waist, settling my hand there. “Thank you for surviving him today,” I say softly.
His eyes hold mine, love simmering there, quiet and certain. “I’m not surviving him, Amelia. I’m loving every part of you. Even the part that comes with theatrics, loud opinions, and unfiltered commentary on my ‘zaddy energy.’”
I snort out an actual laugh. “He did not.”
“He did. Multiple times. He also told me I need to, and I quote, ‘emotionally divest from my corporate aesthetic and lean into my hot dad era.’”
I seriously wish I’d witnessed all of this because watching my husband handle my over-the-top brother is one of my favorite things to do.
My smile turns sexy. “Well...he’s not wrong. Youarea hot dad.”
The look he gives me is pure Gage: calm on the surface, but his eyes are full of that focused, claiming intent that says I’m the only thing that exists in his world right now.
Not wanting to encourage his filthy ideas, I remove my hand from his waist and turn back to the mirror. “Don’t give me that look,” I say as I reach for my green clay mask.
“What look?”
“The eye-fucking look.”
He watches as I begin smearing the mask over my cheek. Then, he moves behind me, crowding me against the vanity. “You’re doing a face mask tonight?” There’s a note of disbelief in his voice.
I glance at him in the mirror and try to ignore the fact his eyes are all over my collar. “Yes. I want my skin to look good tomorrow.”
His hands slide around my waist, and he bends to kiss my neck, his lips lingering for a long moment before he murmurs, “I had plans for your mouth that didn’t involve your face being covered in green goop.”
Even though I’m absolutely not encouraging his plans, I tilt my head to allow him better access. Becausefilthy husband who wants me. “Anyone would think you were a deprived husband rather than one who has already had sex three times today.”
His mouth brushes my ear. “Three times and you think I’m done with you?” One of his hands glides down over my towel to my pussy. “Princess, I’m never done.”
A shiver runs down my spine so intense it makes my knees feel unsteady. Heat pools low in my belly, pulsing between mythighs with that heavy, aching need only he creates. My breath catches and my nipples tighten. God, I want him. My body is already arching back into his, desperate for his hands, his mouth, his everything.
But I’m also tired after a long day.
I turn in his arms and press a hand to his chest, pushing him back just enough to breathe. “I thought we were doing that thing where the bride and groom don’t see each other the night before the wedding. I’d planned on a cup of tea, a candle, a face mask, and my book.”
“Is that what you thought?” His voice is dry, but his eyes are dancing with amusement. “That I’d willingly spend a night away from you?”
“It’s bad luck for us to be together tonight,” I tease, knowing full well we never planned anything of the sort.
His hands find my ass and pull me against him. “That’s a load of shit.”
“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe we should play it safe.”
“We’re already married, Amelia,” he reminds me, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that never fails to affect me. “This is just the show for our families.”
“Still,” I keep teasing, biting my bottom lip. “I’m not sure I want to tempt fate.”
His eyes darken. “The only thing you’re tempting right now is me.”
There’s something about being loved by a man who always wants me. Who never hides his desire. Who looks at me like there’s no way he could live without me.
It’s addictive.
And usually, I want what he wants.
But not tonight.
I lean in to press a kiss to his lips. “Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to get fucked face-first into the mattress with thismask on my face, because I know that’s what you’re thinking about, but I’m exhausted. And I really want to do my full skincare routine the night before I walk down the aisle to declare my love to you all over again. Especially since the day I actually married you I wasn’t given time to look my best.”
