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“Let’s lie down. I want to be next to you.”

My eyes widened. “You want to cuddle?”

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“No, but if someone had told me that the famous Warrior Bear was a cuddler, I wouldn’t have believed them.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“Only unexpected.” I kissed him softly, savoring each second. “And I want to.”

With one arm, he scooped me up and laid me down. Vale’s arm wrapped around me and pulled me into his body.

I relaxed into his touch. It would be very easy to stay here forever.

Chapter 26

VALE

Igrabbed Neve’s hips, pulled her close, and nuzzled her neck. Her hair smelled so good—floral, like the bubbles in last night’s bath.

“Don’t tell me you’re waking me up to get lucky,” she groaned, her hand cupping my jawline and stroking in a way that made my cock jealous.

“I doubt I’ll ever get my fill of you.” I teased aside that curtain of silvery-white hair and kissed her neck, which, despite her rather weak protests, made her wriggle her plump, perfect arse into me.

I went rock-hard.

“Stars, Vale!” She twisted to meet my eyes. “I didn’t know male . . . parts got hard that fast.”

“Parts?” I burst out laughing. “Who knew your mouth could be so chaste?”

Neve gaped. “Excuse me, but I am a lady!”

“A lady who had her lips all over my?—”

She slapped a hand over my mouth but grinneddevilishly, as if she was remembering last night as fondly as I. “Stop ruining a pleasant morning with this attitude!”

She looked simultaneously so indignant and cute that I laughed again. “Very well, little wife.”

I twisted her so that her whole body faced me and traced a line from her lips to her right nipple, then tugged at it gently before taking her lips in mine.

She moaned. I would bet a thousand golden bears that if I had put my hands between her thighs, she’d be soaked, ready for me, wanting.

A low growl rose in my throat at the thought of burying myself into her, of hearing her cries of pleasure.

“Vale.” Neve pulled away with a breathy whisper. “I want you, but I’m tender.”

“In a good way, I hope.”

“Well, yes, but still tender.”

“As long as you can only sing my praises, I’m happy with this.” I pulled her closer.

She scoffed. “Sing your praises! It’s not like I’ll be bragging openly!”

I grinned, loving getting her worked up in more ways than one. “And why not, wife? You can’t deny that I used those fingersoh so well. More than once, if I recall right.”

Her cheeks tinged pink too, probably remembering how, after we’d had our fill of cuddling, I’d made her come a second time with just my fingers.

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