“Really? So you weren’t having a little fantasy then of begging me to marry you?”
He snorted. “I had a fantasy, alright. There was begging too, but not for that. I could show you if you’d like, or I could make sweet, sweet love to you. If you have a candle around here somewhere, that is.”
“Acandle, as in, a single one?”
He shrugged. “That’s romance, isn’t it? I could’ve sworn I saw flowers in the vase in your foyer, and if I know you, I’m pretty sure there’s chocolate in the fridge. As far as I know, that ticks all the boxes for the biggies. Candles, flowers, and chocolates.”
I laughed. “Only you, Jesse Westwood, I swear.”
Some of that humor faded from his eyes as he looked at me again, his expression softening more than I’d ever seen it. “That is what you wanted, right? Me?”
“Only you,” I confirmed quietly, kissing him until we were both breathless and panting. “Only you. Exactly as you are.”
“Prove it.”
I didn’t ask how I was supposed to do that. After spending so long apart and then getting married at the drop of a hat, I wasn’t in the mood to pretend. “Fine. Show me your fantasy, Jesse Westwood. We’ll have a wedding night unlike any other.”
“Of course, it’ll be unlike any other,” he murmured against my lips. “It’sours, isn’t it?” He shot me a smile so real, the corners of his eyes crinkled with it. Then he groaned and rolled off me. “Wait, let me shut the door. I don’t want the dog seeing this.”
I laughed. “Good thinking.”
He jumped off the bed and strode across the room to the door, shutting it quietly but firmly, and I stifled a laugh when Inoticed the tent in his slacks when he moved. He stayed near the door, arching an eyebrow at me and crossing his arms as his gaze met mine.
“Oh, you think this is funny, do you?”
I shook my head, but I couldn’t help the giggle that broke free anyway. “No, it’s just…”
His eyebrow lifted higher when I trailed off. “It’s just what?”
“It’s just so absurd,” I managed, finally just not holding it back anymore and doubling over with laughter. “We’re married now, but here we are, back at my apartment, softly closing the door so the dog doesn’t realize what we’re up to.”
He tried keeping a straight face, but the next thing I knew, he was chuckling too, his head shaking as he strode back to the bed. For a second, I thought that maybe I’d ruined the mood, but instead, when he reached me, he took my hand and roughly pulled me back to my feet, stopping my laughter dead in its tracks.
“What’s happening right now?”
“It’s your turn,” he murmured, his voice suddenly low again as he slid in behind me and walked me toward the wall.
My breath caught just a second before I slammed into it, but his arm around my waist absorbed the impact. I dropped my forehead to the cool plaster, a shiver of desire already skating down my spine.
“My turn for what?”
“You saw how turned on I was and you laughed, so now, it’s your turn.” He penned me in against the wall with his body flat against my back, grabbing my hands and extending them high above my head. He wrapped his fingers around both of my wrists and let his other hand drop, hiking up my dress until he reached my panties. “Let’s see if you still think it’s funny.”
“That’s not what I thought was funny,” I whispered. “It was just what drove the point home.”
“Either way, it’s my turn to drive the point home now.”
“Pun intended?”
“Absolutely.”
He ran his fingertips along the waistband of my panties and my breathing hitched. I moaned when he slid his fingers down. As soon as they reached my slit, he groaned quietly against my ear, his heart slamming against my shoulder when he pushed me even closer to the wall.
“See, I knew you were going to be wet,” he murmured, his voice huskier than it’d been just a second ago. “I just didn’t know you were going to bethiswet. Do you like fooling around with yourhusband, Mrs. Westwood?”
“I love it.”
A quiet, yet almost primal growl vibrated deep in his chest and I shivered. “Are you ever going to laugh at me again?”