Page 33 of Married in Misty Mountain

“I’m joking! I’m on a septic system, and the electrical runs on solar. Are we done with the inspection now?” Hurley asks.

I turn to him and give him my best pout. “I don’t know. I think you need to inspect me for cuts and bruises.”

His face softens, and his big hand cups my jaw. “You know this means we’re married for life now. This isn’t just a convenience anymore.”

My stomach gives a delightful little tumble. “Does this mean I’m your permanent inconvenience?” I ask, blinking up at him.

“Forever.”

I smile. “Show me how the bed works.”

In case you’re wondering, it’s as simple as pulling the strap and lowering the bed to the floor.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but the bed is surprisingly comfortable for a piece of space-saving furniture.

Hurley slowly removes my long tee shirt, taking the inspection job very seriously. He kisses the bruise on my shoulder, then lowers me to the bed, examining every bare inch of me.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“Here,” I say, pointing to my hip. With his brow furrowed, he still looks worked up from the fight. He presses his lips to the exact spot.

“And here,” I say, running my hands under my bare breasts.

He groans and gently takes one breast in each hand. He nuzzles, pets, and slowly sucks each of my nipples until I’m panting under him.

“Kiss me,” I urge, my desperate hands clawing his back.

He crashes his mouth to mine, the full weight of him pressing down on me. Just the way I like it. The sheer bulk of him and his expert mouth on mine obliterating every self-conscious thought in my head.

“I’m a fucking idiot thinking I could marry you and keep it chaste between us,” he says.

I smile, enjoying the feeling of him crowding over me. “You were a fucking idiot. But you wised up.”

Hurley murmurs in my ear. “Do you hurt anywhere else, baby?”

My legs automatically hook around his middle. I nod.

“Something feels really achy between my legs,” I say, blushing at the fact that I’m actually participating in dirty talk for the first time, and knowing how corny I sound.

“Oh yeah?” Hurley teases, lifting an eyebrow.

I nod again. “But go slow.”

He hums and plants a wet kiss against my throat, sending sparks skittering across my skin.

“For such a delicate inspection, I’ll have to use my tongue.”

He…what?

“Your…”

Hurley pulls away from me with the expression of a feral predator.

“Are you sure?”

He answers by giving me a searing look. “You just rest and let me handle everything.”

I’ve never heard something so lovely in my life.

---