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I grew lost at the depth of emotion reflected in his gaze.
His cock was impressively hard and thick, pushing into me one delicious inch at a time, all the while locking eyes with mine as if to emphasize this was a new level of intimacy. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I held him deep inside of me, stabilizing my breath, and soaking in the magnitude of just how perfect this moment was.
My husband was making love to me on our wedding night.
We moved rhythmically in languid motion as though both of us wanted to savor this moment instead of rushing it. When he lifted my hips and changed the angle, I could feel the familiar buildup, the shake in my legs, the tinges of dark on the edge of my vision. My eyes rolled back even while I tried to maintain contact with his. My climax came crashing over me, and I could feel it taking him over the edge with me.
ChapterForty-One
LEO
It wasn’t that I didn’t believe love existed; hell, my parents had been married over forty years. But I’d sure as hell never believed it was in the cards for me. But with Addison curled up naked and fast asleep beside me in bed, my hand splayed on her stomach as I marveled at the life growing inside of her, I had to wonder if my feelings at the moment couldn’t be considered love.
But if so, I fell shamefully short as a romantic partner. For one thing, I needed to get to my own bed before I fell asleep. Regrettably, as soon as I scooted a fraction, she clung tight.
“Stay, just for tonight? I won’t mind the snoring.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her the truth about my nightmares. But I refused to unload my baggage on our wedding night. Not only was this a special occasion which shouldn’t be spoiled, but she was expecting our child. Her focus should be on the future. I didn’t need to burden her with my tales from the past. Nope.
“Please.”
Her plea sealed the deal. I’d pulled all-nighters before. Hell, when I was doing special ops, I often survived on little to no sleep. I could do so now again if it meant her happiness.
“I’ll stay,” I murmured, kissing her forehead.
By four o’clock in the morning I’d run out of ways to keep from falling asleep, and waking Addy again for sex when I’d already done so twice seemed unkind. She needed her rest.
So I got up and went out into the living room, made coffee, and sat on the sofa to take in the view of the first rays of desert sun rising over the city.
About an hour later, her sleepy voice came from behind me. “Hi.”
“Good morning, wife.” I turned and grinned at the rumpled picture she made in the too-big-for-her hotel robe and with her hair all a mess. “Come here.”
She settled into my lap, and a contented peace took over me for the first time in my entire life, quickly followed by a stab of fear. This was too good to be true, and I shouldn’t get used to it. I knew all too well how instantly things could change.
“Did you sleep okay?” she asked with hesitation in her voice.
“Yeah. You?”
She smiled, snuggling into my chest. “I slept really well. Do you, um, think we could try sharing the same bed going forward?”
Dammit. I should’ve expected the question, yet I was caught off guard. “I think we’d both get better sleep if we didn’t. I’m sorry,” I offered lamely.
She pulled back, studying my face. “You look tired. Did you get any sleep at all? And please don’t lie.”
This time I didn’t have to. “No, not really. I’m a restless sleeper, even on my own. So having someone in the bed with me makes it tough. Please don’t take it personally. Holding you last night was worth any minute of lost sleep, but it’s not sustainable.”
She leaned in, kissing my lips sweetly. “I understand. Now then, I believe I was promised a big, room-service breakfast?”
There was such relief over her taking my limitation in stride.
After a huge breakfast and making love again, we drove home, got showered, and were on our way to the office. I’d tried to convince her to take the day off, but she wasn’t having it. “If you’re going in, I’m going in,” were her saucy words.
About a mile from the office, she turned toward me in the truck. “Are we telling people we’re married?”
Fair question, and fortunately one I didn’t need to contemplate the answer to. “Given Dominic’s reaction when I texted him about us dating, I suppose I should tell him first and probably in person.” He’d been hurt I hadn’t confided in him, and frankly, I didn’t want to do it again.
A chuckle left her lips. “Good plan.”
