Page 80 of The Accidental Honeymoon

“Really? You’re a good brother.”

He chuckles. His hand brushes a stray hair from my face. “But what I want is to be a good husband.”

“Oh yeah?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Prove it.”

His hand slides down to the small of my back. “Challenge accepted.”

I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, our lips meet. His kiss is warm and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second.

I lose myself in the moment. The taste of him. The way his hands settle on my waist like they belong there. I move to straddle his lap and wind my arms around his neck.

His hands slide over my hips. “You smell amazing,” he murmurs against my neck.

I laugh softly and tug at the hem of his shirt. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Clothes fall away, piece by piece, each one discarded with a breathless laugh or a teasing remark. I run my hands over his shoulders, marveling at the strength in the muscles beneath my fingers.

“Are you real?” I ask. “Or did I just dream you up?”

He grins, flexing playfully. “Real as it gets.”

His lips find mine again. The world fades away. Every kiss, every touch, is unhurried, deliberate, like we have all the time in the world. He worships me with his hands and his mouth.

“You’re incredible.” His breath is so warm on my skin that it makes me shiver.

Then Jay pulls away. For a moment I think it's over, that the spell has broken. But he kisses me, hard and full of promise. “Hold that thought for just a second.”

Before I know it, Jay sprints into the kitchen. I hear him turn off the beans. Then the oven.

He’s got a better memory than me. I would’ve left the food to cook until it was ash.

He returns, and before I can sit up, he scoops me into his arms. I let out a small yelp of surprise. “Put me down! You’ll hurt yourself.” But I’m laughing as I protest.

His hard muscles are so warm where our bodies meet. “I’m not that fragile.” He starts up the stairs, carrying me with an easy strength. “And besides, I’ve barely begun to enjoy your body.”

My heart skips at his words. He says them with suchcertainty. I should protest. I should set boundaries. But I don’t want to. I want to enjoy Jay for every second that I still have him.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tighter. The black-eyed peas can always keep until the morning.

twenty-eight

JAY

The morning lightfilters through the blinds and casts striped shadows across Calla's bare skin. I trace a finger along her curves, half expecting her to swat me away and pull the covers over her head. Instead, she stretches like a contented cat, then turns to face me, her hazel eyes soft and sleepy.

"Morning," I whisper.

She yawns, then smiles. "Morning."

I lean in and kiss her, slowly at first, testing the waters. Her lips are warm and pliant. The kiss deepens, and I feel that familiar spark ignite in my chest. One thing leads to another, as it always seems to with us.

That’s a little bit of a lie. I knew that when we woke up, there was a good chance that we’d fuck again.

Soon we're tangled in the sheets. Calla throws her head back and moans. I grasp my cock and sink deep into her pussy. Our bodies move in a rhythm that's become almost second nature.

Goddamn, I love this.Imagine if every morning were just like this one.

After, we lie in a sweaty, satisfied heap. I play with a strand of her hair, twirling it around my finger.

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