He bit my shoulder and growled out his release.
“Shower,” he said as he pulled out.
“Not with you,” I said, recovering my breath. “If I get in there with you, you’ll never let me leave.”
“Now you’re getting it.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me to him. All I wanted to do was curl up with him and go back to sleep. Which was the danger of Cas.
I forced myself out of his arms.
He adjusted the temperature. “Fine. I’ll let you shower alone. But don’t make a habit out of it, yeah?”
“I won’t.” I kissed his lips, and then stepped into the shower. I closed the shower curtain and immediately grabbed the bar of soap. “You’re still in here.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Fantasizing about you wet and naked, and hoping you’ll change your mind.”
“If you can promise me you’ll keep your hands to yourself, you can come in.”
“Can’t promise that, so I’ll stay out here.”
When he still didn’t leave, I sighed. “What’s on your mind?”
“How did Amber find out about us?”
“I don’t know. Does it really matter at this point? The cat’s out of the bag.”
“And the bun is in the oven.”
“Clever.” I snorted. “You gonna talk to Declan today?”
“No.”
“Oh good. We’re taking the mature route.”
I turned off the water and stuck my hand out of the shower. A moment later, my fingers grasped a clean towel.
“You’re fast,” he said when I pulled back the shower curtain.
I smirked. “In more ways than one.”
He kissed me and wrapped his arms around me, towel and all.
“Get out of here, woman. Stop tempting me.”
Ten minutes later, phone in hand, I headed downstairs. The den was quiet. I put on a fresh pot of coffee and had just poured a cup when my sister and friends arrived.
“Gimme,” Hadley said, reaching for my cup.
“Long night of honeymooning?” I teased.
“Hmm.” She took a sip of coffee and closed her eyes for a moment. “Yep.”
I handed Wyn and Poet two coffee mugs, and then grabbed another for myself.
“By the looks of it,” Hadley said, raking me from head to toe, “my wedding night was lucky for you, too.”