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“What?” I tried to appear innocent. That one was a pretty tough sell for me, though.
“You’re such a tease,” he said with a voice so husky it shot straight to my core. His eyes hadn’t moved from where my fingers gripped the material of the shirt.
The feral expression on his gorgeous face gave me the courage to inch it up farther. Then farther still. I leaned forward, looking down at my body, trying to see the view he was getting.
In a flash, he snatched me off the counter and held me in his strong arms. I wrapped my legs around his torso to ensure I didn’t fall. He was easily strong enough to carry me, though. An unexpected giggle bubbled up and out of me, and he met my stare with his matching hungry one.
“Where are you taking me?” I said against his lips before succumbing to his kiss.
Only when we needed more oxygen than we could suck in through our pressed noses, he released me from the kiss and answered, “To our bed. You up for it?”
“Oh, don’t go all gentlemanly on me now, mister,” I taunted.
“The thought couldn’t be further from the ones I’m having,” he said as he kicked the door to our room open wider. He stopped by the bedside, still cradling my ass in his hands for support.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, alarmed at the way he was looking at me.
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything is right,” Carmen answered and followed me down onto the bed. I stroked my fingers back through his hair, studying the silky strands as they wove through my hands.
His comment should’ve set me at ease, but I felt like I had at least three follow-up questions instead. In my mind, I argued with myself about mentioning any of them now or just going with the amazing physical connection we had.
Until a sharp pain caught my attention. “Hey!” I yelped and tried to scramble back from him. The bastard had pinched the inside of my thigh so hard there would undoubtedly be a bruise there by morning.
“Stay with me, Storm,” he growled.
My eyes closed as the pain washed through my system. Whatever inner debate I was having was gone. “Hmmm, okay,” I said through a grin.
We spent the rest of the evening in that bed learning a lot about each other’s bodies and preferences. If I thought the times we fucked before were amazing, now I had living proof that my sexy husband was just getting warmed up. Finally, I had to beg him to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed in the morning. The man was a possessed sex god.
And he was all mine.
Chapter Seventeen
Carmen
The temptation to call in sick was the strongest it had ever been. If I could spend another full day with my extraordinary wife, just the two of us, I was convinced we’d both be on the same page where our marital status was concerned, and all her threats the day before about leaving would be long forgotten.
Something changed for the woman yesterday. I wasn’t sure if it was the awful events at church, or the time I spent worshiping every inch of her tiny body that did it, but there was a shift in the air between us—and it was definitely for the better.
But I was a responsible man through to the core, and the moment I reminded myself that I was currently the only one bringing in a paycheck, I was trudging to the shower. I still had a few days off but wanted to start socking those away for a legit honeymoon for us. I got the idea the other morning on my run and had been daydreaming about it off and on since then.
It would be the best surprise for her, and from random conversations we’d had, I knew she had never traveled outside the country. She’d explained that her parents had so many children, a trip so extravagant was never in the family’s budget. Made sense and gave me a great opportunity to really spoil her.
A soft knock on the bathroom door brought my attention back to the moment. Agatha poked her head in, and I immediately smelled the coffee in her hand.
“I thought you might like some coffee while you get dressed?” she offered as a timid question.
After I took the steaming mug and set it on the counter, I pulled her into my arms. Her hair was a tangled mess from the sex marathon we’d had, and she’d never looked more beautiful.
I buried my nose in her neck and muttered, “Thank you, baby. So thoughtful.”
She wore a tank top and pajama pants, and I swelled with pride when I noticed all the marks on her exposed skin. My grin must’ve given me away, because she gave me a playful punch to the bicep.
“Pretty proud of yourself, I see.”
“I must say, wife, you look pretty well fucked this morning. It looks damn good on you, too.”
“My muscles hurt everywhere! You were a maniac. Let’s just leave it at that.”
