But then again, knowing my dads, there was always a chance that they had been overreacting, at least a bit.
Overreaction, after all, seemed to be what my fathers did best.
I heard a voice a little in the distance. “Is that Avril?” A moment later, Mag-dad had the phone in his hands and was beaming at me. “Hey kiddo, your wedding was amazing.”
I smiled back, trying not to look too smug.
Of course my wedding was amazing—I’d made sure of it. The planning was utter perfection.
“Your brothers and sisters kept texting me with pictures of all the food I was missing out on. I can’t believe you had lobsterandsteak. Titus ate mine, but not before letting me know it was a perfect medium rare—just how I like it.”
The camera on my phone spun, and the video showed my Momma Rain again.
“Well, I don’t want to take up too much time on your honeymoon, sweetheart. Just wanted you to know that we are so happy for you. Love you more than anything.”
“Love you, Momma.”
I waved to her until the call ended.
I collapsed back onto the bed, trying to recapture my sleepy mood—but it wasn’t happening. No matter how much of the comfy bed I sprawled on, I was too awake now.
Just then, David stepped out of the bathroom. He was shirtless, revealing that chiseled body I couldn’t get enough of—dressed only in a fluffy hotel towel.
My husband.
Perfect.
‘Husband’ was a good look for him.
Which was crazy, because he was already sodamndelicious and it had been hard to imagine that he could look any better.
David was watching me sprawled on the bed, his eyes tracing my form.
“So… what should we do now?” I bit my lip.
The way he was looking at me was so sexy.
Well, I’d read through a vacation brochure on the taxi ride to the hotel—there were plenty of things that I wanted to try. There was snorkeling with manta rays and coral reefs. There was an actual palace that we could visit that real-life royalty used to live in. Not to mention the fancy coffee for us to taste and an adventure hike to a waterfall. Okay, so hikes were still not my thing… but maybe it could be if it was anadventurehike.
David didn’t say a word. A moment later he was crawling toward me on the bed, then pressing hot kisses against my neck.
My eyes were practically rolling back in bliss.
David made me feel like I was coming alive. I’d never felt more vibrant, and like I was going to break into pieces inpleasure—he could do whatever he wanted as long as I could getmoreof him.
Soon, David was stroking along my hips and along the swell of my breasts. Those heated touches with his slightly calloused hands were driving me crazy. His hand slipped under the elastic of my little cotton panties… reaching down lower to my hot core.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me.” David’s voice was hoarse with want.
I’d been patient enough. I didn’t want to wait for him anymore.
Without breaking eye contact, I parted my thighs in invitation.
David’s towel vanished as if it never existed. Then David pulled off the rest of the fabric that separated us like it was personally offending him.
He had me naked and desperate for him in no time at all.
David was teasing my clit with his hardness, sliding against me and teasing me with what I needed. Each slide created the most delicious friction. I swear I could come just like this. We had barely started, and David already had me halfway to coming.
