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"Every moment with you is a reason to celebrate," Tanner murmurs, tracing the back of my hand with his thumb, igniting tiny wildfires with every sweep. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Molly. I’m the luckiest man alive to have you.”
Laughter spills from us, easy and genuine, mixing with the clinking of cutlery and soft jazz that caresses the air. I revel in the joy of us, the perfect synchrony that comes from years of loving and growing together.
Our dinner lingers, a slow burn that builds to a crescendo, and when we finally stand to leave, Tanner's arm slips around my waist, drawing me close as we step back out into the cool night.
Tanner's hand finds mine in the back of the cab, his fingers a silent promise of what's to come. His touch is both familiar and electric, a current that never fails to set my skin ablaze. I squeeze back, my pulse quickening with each block we put between us and the restaurant.
"Can't wait to get you alone," he whispers, lips brushing my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. The playful glint in his deep blue eyes tells me he’s as ready as I am to abandon all pretense of patience.
"Who says we have to wait?" I tease, inching closer, letting my knee brush against his in a suggestive dance.
"Here I was thinking you liked the anticipation," Tanner counters, but he pulls me into him, his strong arms coiling around my waist like steel bands.
"Only when it leads to satisfaction," I quip, a smirk playing on my lips. My breath hitches as his hands trail lower, boldly claiming territory over the fabric of my dress, stoking the fires within me.
"Then let's make sure you're thoroughly satisfied," he growls, and the raw edge in his voice is all it takes—my body ignites with need, desire pooling at the very thought of his touch.
The cab pulls over, and we spill out onto the sidewalk, barely managing to keep our hands off each other long enough for the driver to speed away. Once inside our home, Tanner kicks the door shut with his foot, and his mouth crashes onto mine, hot and demanding.
Thank god Jake has already taken Lily home with him.
I'm lost in the taste of my husband, the feel of his rough hands roaming over my body with an urgency that matches the pounding of my heart. Clothes become inconsequential, discarded carelessly as we navigate toward the bedroom. Every caress from Tanner is searing, every kiss laced with hunger.
We fall onto the mattress, our bodies entwined on the bed we've shared so many nights before, yet tonight there's a carnal intensity that feels almost sacred. He's slow and deliberate as he worships every inch of my body, his lips tracing paths that leave me gasping, begging for more. I arch into him, craving the fullness only he can provide.
"God, Molly, you’re so damn beautiful," Tanner breathes out, his gaze locked onto mine as he positions himself at my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he fills me completely, eliciting a moan that echoes in the quiet of our room.
"More, please," I plead, nails digging into the muscles of his back, urging him deeper. Each movement is a testament to our unending lust—a rhythm that drives us higher, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
"Oh, I’m going to give you everything, baby," Tanner vows, his pace relentless, each stroke sending me higher and higher until my eyes are rolling back in my head.
The world narrows to just us, to the heat and the love and the sheer force of our connection.
And then I feel Tanner come inside me, and it triggers my own orgasm.
In the aftermath, Tanner's chest heaves against mine, his heartbeat thunderous against my skin. I trace the outline of Tanner's tattoos with a fingertip, our sweat-slicked bodies still joined in the most intimate of embraces. His breath dances along my neck.
"Happy anniversary, my love," he murmurs, sealing the vow with a kiss that's tender yet still thrumming with the aftershocks of our passion.
“Mmm-hmm,” I mumble.
"God, I love you," he chuckles, the rumble of his voice vibrating through me. He shifts slightly, and pleasure flickers, reminding me that the fire between us is never fully extinguished.
"Love you more," I tease, tilting my head to catch his lips in a lazy kiss. It's soft, a mere brush really, but it's enough to make my heart expand so fiercely I fear it might burst.
I yawn, completely sated. “Will it always be like this between us, Tanner?”
He strokes my head tenderly, and I arch up into his touch, practically purring with satisfaction. "Always," he affirms, and it's the last thing I hear before drifting off, safe in the arms of my Navy SEAL, my love, my everything.
