Page 46 of What About Now

“Bed, baby.”

She releases me and dives for the bed, climbing under the covers, and I follow her, pulling her naked body against my own. “You were made for me,” I tell her, running my hands over her.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I’ve never craved the feel of someone’s skin pressed to mine. I’ve never almost come from a woman touching my cock.”

“You mean—” She stops talking as if she’s embarrassed to say the words.

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

“You can, you know. Do that.”

“Not until you do.” No way in hell do I come first.

“I don’t know if I can. I mean, I don’t know how.” Her cheeks turn that adorable shade of pink that I love so much.

“You can. I promise you that you can. My hands, my mouth, and my cock… they can all make you come.”

“I don’t know.”

I’m unsure if she’s saying she doesn’t know if I’m right or believes me. Either way, I have to reel myself in and think about unsexy things to keep myself in check. “Do you want me to show you?” She’s quiet for a long time, and I’m ready to tell her it doesn’t have to be tonight when she answers me.

“Only if you show me you too.”

“You want me to come?”

“Yes.”

“After you.”

“Maddox—” she starts, and I know she’s second-guessing this.

I reach over and turn off the bedside lamp before pulling her back into my arms. “Tonight, we sleep like this.” I pull her closer, my hard cock pressing against her belly. “Baby steps.”

“I’m sorry.” She presses her forehead to my chest.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve given me a piece of you that no one else has, and I’ll cherish it.”

“But you’re… ready.”

“I’ll be fine. Right now, I want to hold my wife and enjoy her skin pressed to mine while we drift off to sleep.”

“This feels… nice,” she whispers.

“Yeah,” I agree. We’re quiet and her breathing starts to even out. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Her body relaxes into mine and her breathing is deep and even.

“Maddox?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad it was you. If I had to wake up married to someone, I’m glad it was you.”

I smile into the darkness of the room. “Only me, Brogan.”

“Only you,” she says softly, before drifting off to sleep.

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