Page 106 of Yours, Now and Always
“You’re welcome for the marital pep talk.”
I laugh because seriously, how can anyone not with Tim’s theatrics.
I jab the screen and toss the phone face down on the blanket just as I hear the bathroom door open. Steam rolls into the room like a warning. Then Gage follows, towel slung low on his hips, a second one in his hands as he dries his hair.
His eyes find mine immediately. They stay there. Intense. Dark.
“Did you just say I was stress-jerking?”
The laugh dies in my throat.
Because holy feral husband.
The look in his eyes is that intense filthy calm look that always comes right before he breaks me open.
What he asked is not really a question.
It’s a line in the sand.
And my body already knows what’s coming next.
He continues towel-drying his hair, slow and easy, his eyes never leaving mine. Shoulders gleaming. That towel still low, revealing the sharp cut of his hips. That perfect fucking V that I barely survive, but that’s all mine now.
That look in his eyes says he’s already undressing me with his mind. And building a very specific plan for what comes next.
My thighs squeeze together.
I’m practically squirming and Gage doesn’t miss a beat of it.
He finishes with the towel, drops it onto the chair without looking.
Doesn’t speak again until he’s close enough for the air between us to feel heavy.
His eyes drag down my body, making decisions with the certainty of a man who’s already read my answers in the way I breathe.
“Tell me something.” His voice drops lower. Rougher. “Are we still waiting?”
A beat passes.
“Or can I finally touch what’s mine?”
Every thought flies out of my head.
Every inch of me goes hot.
Tension tightens in my belly, low and unbearable, my body already arching toward his.
Suddenly, all I can think about is his hands. His mouth. His body pinning me down so he can remind me exactly who I married.
“Princess.” His eyes bore into me. “Don’t make me ask twice. Because if we’re not waiting anymore, I’m not stopping until you forget what day it is.”
“No,” I breathe. “We’re not?—”
But he’s already moving.
Because heknows.
Because he’s been reading every shift in my body, every flicker of heat in my eyes.
