Page 193 of The Defiant Curse

Ethan was normally a ‘leave it alone’ kind of a guy, but he’d jumped in both feet on this one, and while she appreciated it, she was worried he’d not enjoy it.

“I can skip it.”

He stopped her.

“No, let’s go snoop. I could use a snack. I’m peckish,” he stated, “And by peckish, I mean those cookies I saw under the cake dome earlier. You know how much I love a cookie.”

She giggled.

“So, we’re going to explore and eat snackies? Oh, man. I think I just got wet.”

While that wasn’t his intent, it was a pleasant byproduct. No husband was going to be upset about that happening.

So, he kissed his wife. Pulling her into his body, he held her close as his mouth moved over hers, diving deep to share exactly what he was now thinking.

She may be wet, and now, he was hard.

When he broke the mating of mouths, he hoped she felt that to her toes because he certainly did.

Ethan was absolutely taking every precious minute alone with his wife to enjoy it.

Trust and believe.

“Bookmark this for after a snack. Then, I’m having some Elizabeth as my bedtime treat. I like cookies, but there’s something I always love more.”

As he said it, she simply blinked.

Jesus.

The man’s mouth was lethal.

Because life had gotten crazy, she had forgotten that, but now, she had Ethan on the brain, too.

“Yes, please?” she asked.

That made him laugh.

There was the old Lyzee who used to charm the hell out of him with her wittiness.

Yeah, he’d missed moments like this.

“Come on, Daphne. Fred wants to sneak around in a haunted castle until Old Man Winters tells him he’s a meddling kid,” he said.

She snorted.

“I see you’ve watched cartoons.”

He was honest.

“I never did while I was growing up, but Charlie happens to love those particular cartoons. Don’t be shocked when her request for her first car is a Mystery Machine. Granted, she’ll be driving, and Fred will be navigating.”

Oh, she wouldn’t be because their daughter was just like them. She liked an adventure, and her mind leaned toward solving puzzles.

Mostly, which meddling brother stole her brownies or snacks?

“To be fair, I think that was mine too,” she admitted. “I do love a Great Dane. Maybe we can get one of those.”

Ethan didn’t even flinch.