Page 92 of Love.V2

“How’s it feeling today?” I asked, leaning back to allow her better access to my zipper.

“It’s fine. Shut up. Kiss me,” she ordered, yanking at my pants. Considering I was sitting down, they didn’t budge. I caught her forearm and brought it up to my face, lightly tracing the fresh ink there. It was still a little pink on the edges.

“Probably still too early to hold you down properly,” I told her, loving the way she pouted. Loving it so much that I stood and threw her onto the bed. She bounced, hair splayed all around her.

A perfect, epic sight.

Rainbow hair, a braided silver chain with five engagement rings nestled between her breasts, and the fresh tattoo on her wrist.

1. Love Dylan, always

2.

I had the same on my arm, too, but with her name instead. A reminder of our vow to keep choosing each other, and to never lose sight of ourselves ever again.

Staring at all her engagement rings on a chain, I gulped, eyes darting to her left hand where she wore the first ring I’d ever gotten her—the rainbow stones—and the last: A band of thin gold loops lovingly called “the paperclip ring” by its designer.

“I fucking love you.” It didn’t matter how many times I said it, it kept feeling truer. “Now take your underwear off before I rip them off.”

Goosebumps erupted over her skin. She shucked her white, lacy panties while I tore the rest of my clothes away, knocking her Chucks off in the process. Within seconds, she was naked on the bed, stretched before me like an offering.

Everything lit up with bright, sparkling lust. Tess shot up at the same time I lunged for her, and we met in the middle, teeth and tongues and greedy fingers.

When I pushed up inside her, she felt like home, and like the most mind-bending pleasure I’d ever experience.

“Dylan.”

“Wife.”

We whispered and groaned and cried out. It was too much, but it was too short. Between the wine and the day and the sheer amount of emotion thrumming between us, she clutched me, sucking in a breath and clenching her perfect muscles around my cock faster than I would have liked. I groped around the edge of the bed while she arched and sighed around me. Finally, my fingers made contact with glass.

I braced above her as she groaned, thighs shaking around my rocking hips. Her eyes blinked open. Lightning struck. I brushed the bottle across her lower lip, watching her sip while I thrust in and out of her, so slowly an ache started building low in my belly.Perfect.

“Not done yet?” Tess asked, looking up at me with puffy red lips and bright blue eyes.

“Oh, Mrs. Morris, I’ll never be done with you.” I barely glanced at where I plopped the bottle down on the nightstand before I flipped her around, grinning, heart swimming at the sound of her laugh.

Hours later, as the sun streamed through the window, I stared at the spot on my chest where our hands tangled together. Tess’s bright rainbow glitter and the plain, still-foreign gold band on my finger.

It made me think about the first time I’d ever seen her. A quiet girl with so much curiosity, it had captured my imagination. Now, a grown woman, fully aware of herself, who held my whole heart in her palm.

A lot of things could unfold over the years, but as I lay there, brushing my fingers through her multicolored hair, I knew that this, my love for her, would never change.