Page 231 of The Reason I Married Him
“When you start going to bed naked,” I reply as I turn toward him.
“Babe, say the word, and these boxer briefs are gone.”
I smile softly and place my hand on his chest. “Hey, can we talk for a second?”
“You mean before I dive my tongue between your legs? I guess so.”
My cheeks heat from the thought of it, but I remain focused. “About that conversation back there, I, uh, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I didn’t believe in us.”
“You don’t need to explain anything,” he says.
“But I do,” I say as my fingers dance over his short chest hair. “I’m still trying to shake some of the negativity I grew up with and come to terms with these overwhelming emotions between us. Unfortunately, I’m a creature of habit, so anything new in my life is sometimes hard to accept. I need you to know that I really like you, Wyatt. I want to share a house with you if you want to share one with me, and I believe in our bond.”
“I appreciate that,” he says softly. “I feel the same way, Aubree. So don’t ever question that otherwise. I want to be with you, and if that means we’re here in the guest house together, that’s fine. If we move into the farmhouse, that’s great too. I just want to be with you.”
“Same,” I say. “I want to be with you.”
Because I’m falling for you.
Because I can’t imagine what this world would be like now without you by my side.
Because you have brought color back into my life and air into my lungs, and I don’t want to lose that.
“Good,” he says as he pushes me to my back and drags my shirt up and over my head, only to toss it across the room. He brings his large body between my legs, spreads them, then kisses down my stomach, keeping his eyes on mine until he reaches mypussy. That’s when he settles flat on the mattress, spreads me, and laps at my clit.
I sigh into the pillow, grateful for this man and this moment. For this change in my life.
This is all I need.
Him and me.
Just the two of us.
“You missed a spot,”Wyatt says as we walk down the planked sidewalk of Almond Bay, hand in hand.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
He points at my neck. “Clear as day, a bite mark.”
I clamp my hand over my neck. “Oh my God, seriously?”
He lets out a hearty laugh and shakes his head. “No, but could you look more ashamed?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “That’s not funny, Wyatt. And I’m not ashamed. I’m just respectful. It’s not nice to rub our sexual activities in other people’s faces.”
“Some might say it’s actually recommended.”
“No one says that.”
He pulls me in close and kisses the top of my head. “I do. I think it’s very much recommended. If you show off the bite marks, it accomplishes two things. Lets people know you’re taken and shows them you are fully satisfied.”
“Pretty sure the ring on my finger clues them in on me being taken. And the bite mark could possibly portray me as a harlot.”
“Oh fuck that old rhetoric. A bite mark shows you’re having a good fucking time with your brand-new husband.”
I glance up at him and nearly sigh at the smirk he gives me.
This man.
