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“How’d I do?” He smiles as he takes me into his arms.
“You did good.” I kiss him softly. “You did really good.”
He chuckles and lies on the bed and taps it beside him.
“No way in hell.” I wheel my bag into the bedroom. “If we lie down now, I’m going to fall asleep, and I don’t want to get jet lag. We have to stay awake until tonight.”
He exhales heavily. “And how are we going to do that?”
“We’re going to the beach.”
“What, now?”
“Right now.”
The waves gently lap at the shore, and the sound of the seagulls echoes in the distance. “I’m in heaven.”
“You said that already.”
“Just making sure you know how much I love this place.”
“I do.”
“Do you also know how much I appreciate you booking everything?”
“Yep.”
“And the business class, I can’t even believe we flew business.” I think for a moment. “I just wish I changed into the pajamas, you know?”
“Next time.” He smiles.
I grab Henley’s hand and kiss the back of it. “Thank you.” I kiss his hand again. “You’ve thought of everything.”
Henley props himself up onto his elbow as he lies on his side, his body resting against mine. “You need sunscreen.”
I glance down at myself. “I’ll be fine.”
He sits up and pours some suntan lotion into his hand and rubs it across my back. I smile at the sensation of his hands on my skin. He slowly begins to rub it into my upper thighs. His fingertips skim down over my sex. “Careful, we are in another country,” I murmur. “You’ll get us arrested.”
“What would the charge be? Orgasming in public from rubbing sunscreen on my girlfriend?”
“Exactly that.” I smile sleepily. “See, I told you you’d get used to it.”
“Get used to what?” He slides his fingers beneath my bikini top and tweaks my nipple. I squirm at the sensation.
“Saying the word girlfriend.”
“Meh.” He smirks as he concentrates on his task. “Still an ordinary word. Wife is more of a flex.”
I open my eyes and look up at him. Big brown eyes. His dark hair is messy from the salty sea. His rippled skin already golden and glowing from being in the sun today. How can someone be so utterly gorgeous?
“Wife is much more of a flex,” I whisper, distracted by his beauty.
His gaze follows his hand as he continues to rub the lotion in. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” he asks.
“Married to the love of my life,” I reply without hesitation. “Hopefully pregnant—that’s if we’re blessed with children. If we don’t have children, traveling the world with my husband sounds pretty good too.”
His fingers keep roaming over my skin.
