Page 93 of Yours, Now and Always
I kiss her again, rough and claiming.
“You really think I can hear you beg like that and keep my hands off you?”
Another kiss. I’m fucking insatiable for her.Desperate for her.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Princess.”
I grind against her, my grip tightening on her thigh. “I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.”
She whimpers, and . . .Christ.
“Fuck, Amelia,” I groan as she rolls her hips against me. “You feel that? You feel what you do to me?”
My hand slides higher up her thigh as she deepens our kiss, her fingers digging into my skin. And fuck me, then I’m thinking about all the ways I could make her come when my brain finally catches up to what my body’s trying to do.
“Fuck,” I rasp, ending the kiss. “You’ve got your period.”
She exhales hard, lips swollen, eyes wide. “You just remembered thatnow?” She’s not mad. Not even close. She sounds as frustrated as I am.
“It took every cell in my brain fighting my dick to get there,” I grit out.
Her laugh is breathless. “Well, I didn’t want you to stop, so there’s that too.”
I kiss her one more time, softer now. Slower. No heat. Just that soul-deep connection I only get with her, knowing I’m not alone in the world anymore. Then I force myself to step back.
“Oh god,” she says suddenly. “Your lipstick.”
“What?”
She starts laughing. “Your face, Gage. You have my lipstickeverywhere.”
I don’t give a fuck about lipstick right now, but she’s coming toward me with her thumb out, ready to wipe it off.
I catch her wrist gently. “Leave it.”
“You want to walk into the reception looking like you just—” she gestures vaguely at my face “—like you just got mauled in a cosmetics aisle?”
I grin, tugging her in close. “I want to walk in looking like I just kissed my wife until she forgot her own name.”
She rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush and her smile goes soft in that way that fucking floors me. “Let me fix you.”
“In a minute.” I tighten my arm around her. “I just want this for a second longer.”
Her hands slide under my jacket. “Today is the best day of my life,” she murmurs.
I arch a brow. “Even though you were stoned for half of it?”
She smiles. “I mean, I wish that hadn’t happened, but yes, even with all of that.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth for a second and hits me with a fucking filthy look before saying, “I got to say “I do” to a man who is obsessed with me, feral for me, and who still eye-fucks my boobs in public like he can’t get enough of me. And I got to do that with my family and your family loving on me.” Her eyes flash with mischief. “Also,your mom loves me. And she and your sisters-in-law gave me all the hot tips for how to survive our honeymoon and then our marriage.”
“Do I even want to know?”
Her grin is wide and I fucking love that look on her. My family making her happy.
“Apparently, we need to get separate duvets now. It’ll likely save our marriage. And a joint calendar, which you know I’d love to take charge of. You’re not allowed to text me during unresolved arguments. When youarebeing unbearable, I need to send you to your room, throw food at you, and shut the door. Even your mom recommended that. By the way, she thinks you were lucky to find me. You should remember that. And lastly, we need to pack lube and a first aid kit for the honeymoon.” She frowns. “Except maybe not, since I got my period.”
My lips curve, amused. “So, I can’t text during an argument, but you can text me?”
She shrugs, looking smug. “I guess so.”
