Page 138 of Fake it for Keeps

“Oh god,” I breathed as he filled me completely.

“You feel incredible,” he groaned. “So perfect.”

He started moving, slow and deep, his eyes locked on mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned again.

“Hallie,” he murmured. “My Hallie. My wife.”

“My husband,” I said back, the words still feeling new and wonderful on my tongue.

He picked up the pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel myself getting close, the tension building in my core.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I want to feel you come around me.”

I slipped my hand between us and found my clit, circling it with my fingers. The added stimulation was exactly what I needed, and within seconds I was tumbling over the edge.

I cried out his name as the orgasm crashed through me, my body clenching around him. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as my body milked him.

“I’m going to come,” he warned. “Damn, you turn me into a wild man. I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Do it,” I gasped. “Come inside me.”

That was all it took. He buried himself deep and came with a shout, his entire body shuddering. I could feel him pulsing inside me, filling me. It was the most intimate thing we’d ever done.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling me with him so we were facing each other.

“Better,” he said. “So much better.”

I traced patterns on his chest, feeling completely satisfied and utterly happy. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pulled me closer. “Best wedding night ever.”

“It’s your only wedding night,” I pointed out.

“Exactly. Which makes it the best by default.”

I laughed and snuggled into him. The fire crackled, and the lights twinkled. I was wrapped in my husband’s arms.

My husband.

The thought still sent a thrill through me.

“What are you thinking about?” Colt asked.

“How lucky I am,” I said honestly.

“Fate,” he said simply. “We were always meant to end up here.”

“You really believe that?”

“I do.” He kissed the top of my head. “I think the universe has been trying to push us together since we were teenagers. It just took us a while to get the message.”

I thought about that beach night all those years ago. About how hurt I’d been when he didn’t show up. About how that hurt had carried me into adulthood, shaping my choices and my pain.

But now I could see it differently. If things had worked out back then, we would have been different people. Younger. Less ready. We might not have made it.

“There is one more thing I’m thinking about right now,” I told him.

“What is it?”