“Damn right I am,” I say, voice low. “You’re not walkin’ after the way I just had you.”
Her laugh is soft, breathless, but it fades into a sigh as she rests her head back against me.
I press my mouth on the outer corner of her lip, kissing her softly, and keep walking.
The porch steps creak under me as I climb. I shoulder the front door open, careful not to jostle her, and head for the stairs. Every board groans under my boots, the house quiet except for our breathing.
She blinks up at me, lips brushing my jaw as she whispers, “Strong cowboy.”
I grin, shifting her higher against me, my arms tightening. “Always.”
I nudge the door open with my shoulder, straight through the darkened hall until we reach our bathroom. The tub gleams under the soft light, deep and wide, perfect for this. I set hergently on her feet just long enough to twist the knobs, steam curling as hot water rushes in.
She leans into me, still naked, still mine, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the tattoos on my chest. “You always take care of me,” she whispers, voice heavy with exhaustion but full of warmth.
“Always, baby. You’re mine to take care of.” I press my lips to her temple, steadying her as I guide her into the tub. She sinks down with a sigh, water climbing over her shoulders, her head tipping back against the edge.
I climb in behind her, pulling her between my thighs, my arms circling her waist under the water. The sponge rests in my hand as I slide it over her skin, slow and careful, washing away the lake while kissing the crown of her head.
She hums, her fingers playing with my wedding band under the water. “You spoil me,” she murmurs.
“Not spoil,” I rasp, my mouth against her damp hair. “Love. Always love.”
And as I hold her there, warm water rocking around us, her body soft against mine, I know I’ll never stop.
CHAPTER 13
Catalina
I’m so horny.
No, it’s an actual crime to be married to a man so delicious, I always want to have my hands on him.
Carter’s still dead asleep beside me, his arm heavy across my waist, his face buried in my hair.
I lie there a moment, listening to the steady rumble of his breathing, tracing the lines of his tattoos with my fingertips.
I’m not in the fucking mood to let him sleep.
I ease out from under his arm, pushing the sheets down until his cock rests against his thigh. Half-hard already, like his body knows what I want. I grin, wickedly, and slide down between his legs.
My lips brush his stomach first, trailing kisses lower, until my breath ghosts over him.
He twitches, even in his sleep.
“Rise and shine, baby,” I whisper, before licking slowly up the length of him and wrapping my mouth around the head of his cock.
His groan rumbles through the quiet, his hand finding my hair on instinct. His hips shift, his cock swelling against mytongue as his voice comes out rough, sleep-heavy. “Darlin’… what the fuck?—”
I pull back just enough to smirk, spit slicking my chin. “Don’t act like you don’t love this.”
His eyes crack open, blue and burning, locking onto me. His jaw tightens. “Look at you, already on your knees, for me,” he mutters, his voice a low growl.
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and humming around him until he curses, his head falling back against the pillow.
When I glance up, his stare is hot, wild, his fingers flexing in my hair. “Gonna make me lose it, baby,” he rasps, hips rolling slowly into my mouth.
I let his cock slide free just long enough to grin, licking the bead of precum from my lips. “Then lose it for me.”
