“You’ve already made me forget,” I told her, honest as I’d ever been, then repeated myself with a whisper. “You’ve already made me forget.”
She took a breath, then slid her hands slowly up my chest. I pushed my lips closer to hers but still not touching. Still trying to decide if what I was about to do was the right decision. But I was also practically shaking, while I licked my lips in anticipation.
My heart was pounding so hard it echoed in my ears. I should’ve been thinking about the past. About what kissing meant. About everything I’d avoided.
But I wasn’t. The only thing on my mind was why the hell we were taking so long. Why were we overthinking something that was so fundamental and easy between husband and wife.
Then her lips touched mine. Soft. Lingering… waiting for me to take over. But I didn’t know how. It felt like my first kiss all over again.
“Open up,” she whispered, pushing her tongue to the seam of my mouth. “Let me be your new first kiss.”
When I did, when I gave in, she kissed me like she meant it. Like she’d been waiting for this moment since the day I walked into Fiddlers.
It was like throwing gasoline on a fire that I had simmering beneath my skin.
I grabbed her hard, pulling her closer, deeper, tighter and found myself as I took control of the kiss and let it swallow me whole.
She tasted like sweetness and sin. Of temptation and safety wrapped into one. And when she felt me growing hard beneath her, she moaned into my mouth, and I swear to God, I nearly lost it
I could say that it was due to some long sexless drought, but that wasn’t it at all. It was her. She had been affecting me in away that no one else ever had ever since the day I met her. And now, I needed everything from her.
Rolling her over, I kept my body close, bracing myself above her as our lips stayed locked. My control was long gone. Whatever restraint I thought I had had disappeared the second Blue looked up at me like she wanted this just as badly as I did.
And God help me, it felt good. It felt right.
Safe in a way I’d never experienced.
Maybe because we were married, and somehow that made it feel like it didn’t count. Like none of this could come back to ruin either of us and I’d never been more grateful that I ignored my lawyer’s advice and made the marriage real.
I was seconds away from pushing harder, stripping her bare, tasting every inch of her, and letting myself lose it completely when a hard bang rattled the door and jolted us apart like two teenagers caught in the act.
Then there was another knock, and I groaned, dragging my hand through my hair while Blue sat up and pulled the blanket over her chest.
“Wake up, lovebirds! We’re having breakfast in mine and Loxley’s suite before your flight!” Miles’s voice was muffled through the thick wood, but way too cheerful for this hour.
I stalked to the door and yanked it open, scowling so hard my jaw ached. Miles raised both hands and laughed like this was the best part of his day. “Whoa, did I interrupt the newlyweds being... newly?”
“You could’ve called,” I snapped, more annoyed than I’d been with him in a long time, and that was saying something.
“We did call,” he said, still grinning like an idiot. “Both of you. For the last thirty minutes. I was nominated to come get you so you don’t miss your flight.”
“Where is everybody?”
“Top floor. Breakfast is already being served.”
I took a step back and gave a sharp nod. “We’ll be up in a sec.”
Then I slammed the door without waiting for his response. I could still hear him laughing as he walked down the hall. Jackass.
When I turned around, I expected Blue to still be in bed, maybe flushed, maybe shy, but she was already up, digging through her bag.
“I’ll be ready in two minutes,” she said quickly, breezing past me without eye contact before locking herself in the bathroom.
Right. Okay.
I grabbed the least-wrinkled dress shirt I could find and shoved myself into it, following it up with the rest of my suit. Belt. Cufflinks. Hair combed back into something passable. By the time Blue stepped out, I was fully dressed with my brown leather bag in one hand and my watch clasped on my wrist of the other.
“You okay?” I asked, watching her move with deliberate precision.
