Page 94 of Tell Me Again

“It involves me and you... finishing something we started earlier,” he whispers against my lips.

There’s a shiver that runs through me, but it’s warm, like his touch. “Ahh, yeah, that’s—”

“That’s a fucking good plan, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. For sure. A really, really good plan.”

He stands up and pulls me to my feet, and then his arms are around me, his breath hot on my neck as he lowers his head to my shoulder. And I hug him back.

It’s so right. Everything feels so right. Finally. I turn my head and press a light kiss to his temple. “I love you, Coop.”

He doesn’t respond, but his arms tighten around me, and his lips graze my neck. And I swear I hear him chuckle quietly and murmur something that sounds like “Fucking peaches and honey” before he tugs me off toward the bedroom.

Epilogue

Coop

Five months later

“Mel’s gonna fucking kill me. Angie too. They’re gonna team up and fucking kill me.” I’m sitting in a hot tub outside on the deck at the place we’re renting for the week in Monterey, California, and I just can’t stop staring at the dark metal band on the ring finger of my left hand. It’s all fucking surreal. Married. “Shit, we’re fucking married.”

From across the hot tub, Josh laughs, and then he pushes away from the other edge and floats toward me. When he reaches me, he’s grinning, and he lifts his hands out of the water to let them slide up my chest as he slips into my lap, straddling me.

“Well, at least Mel can’t threaten to fire you anymore?” he says, rubbing his open palms up over my nipples. I groan and close my eyes at the sensation. Fuck, that’s good. His lips brush against mine, and I can tell he’s still grinning. “And if they want to kill you, they’re gonna have to go through me first. As your husband, it’s my job to protect you.”

“Protect me, huh?”

He’s grinning, and he nods. “That’s right.” He looks like he’s going to say something else, but instead, his eyes darken with some serious look and his grin fades. “You don’t regret—”

“Oh, fuck, no.” I let my hands settle on his hips, and I tug him closer, lowering my head to his neck. His skin is damp from the water in the hot tub, and he tastes slightly salty. It’s intoxicating. “I just can’t believe we got married.”

Josh groans and tilts his head sideways. “I was surprised we were able to—ahh, god, babe, that’s good right there.”

“Able to...?” I ask, my lips still against his neck. His hands are in my hair now, gently tugging to encourage me to continue, and he groans again.

“Um, get the marriage license so quickly and then—ahh, god—”

I suck on the same spot on his neck again, and his groan turns into a moan that’s as sexy as the ring on my finger. Fuck, I love him. I lift my head, and his eyes are closed, his mouth parted slightly. He’s fucking gorgeous. And he’s all mine.

My husband.

It’s not even something either of us had planned. It just sort of happened. Our cute little California vacation turned into a fucking honeymoon. Shit.

There’s a shiver that runs through me as I hear his voice from this morning—his low, deep whisper of “Marry me.”

“Fucking sexy. My husband. I love you so much,” I murmur as I lean forward again to taste his skin. I kiss his throat, my tongue tracing a trail up to his jaw, and his hands are doing something else now, smoothing down my sides to my hips.

I’m warm all over, and my heart’s pounding, and I’m throbbing with need already. Although, given that it’s been at least a full twenty-four hours since we’ve made love, I guess it’s not that surprising, really.

I settle my head on his shoulder and reach between us, slipping my hand under the waistband of his swim trunks. He’s hot and hard, too. I grasp him just how I know he wants it, low and firm at his base, and then I squeeze gently and stroke upward slowly.

His moan sends another rush of heat to my dick. “Ahh, fuck, how have we been married for, what, five or six hours already, and we haven’t made love yet?” My voice is raspy, and I feel him shudder as another groan rumbles in his throat.

“I don’t know,” he replies, and his hands slide down low around my back and under my swim trunks, teasing me. Then he presses his hands into my back and shifts his hips farther up my thighs. “God, I want you. I want to make love to you, to my husband.”

Hearing him say those words, feeling his hard shaft swell in my hand along with the pulse of need in my groin, and fuck, I don’t want to wait another minute. I release him, laughing against his shoulder as he whimpers a protest, and then I slip both of my hands under his thighs and hold him to me tightly as I stand.

He gasps in surprise, and his arms wrap up around my shoulders. “Coop, what the—”

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