Page 87 of The Marriage Policy

“Can I take one with you?” I ask, not wanting to be away from him for a second.

His face splits into a gorgeous grin. God, he’s so fucking fine. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“Good answer.”

I turn off the lights, and we head into our room. What does it mean now that we’re in love? Will we stay married? Are we going straight from conveniently married best friends to husbands in love? Are we moving too fast?

We kick out of our shoes and go into the bathroom. I turn on the water before twisting around to face Eric.

“Arms up,” I tell him.

“Nice.” He grins, and I chuckle, pulling the T-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. I take off his pants next, then hisunderwear. He’s half hard already. I give him a slow stroke, then pull away.

“Hey. I like that hand.”

“We’re supposed to be showering, not playing. You just spent two hours in the ER.”

“I don’t care. I still want you. I always want you.” He tugs on my shirt, and all I can think about is how much I love him. “Now let’s get you naked too.”

Eric strips me bare, and then the two of us are climbing behind the glass doors of my shower.

He’s closer to the showerhead, water running down his back while he’s facing me so as not to get his injury wet. Stepping closer, I kiss his temple, his forehead, his cheek. My hands start on his shoulders and run up and down his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“D…this isn’t your fault.”

It feels like it. “You got into a fight with him because of me.”

“I got into a fight because he’s a piece of shit. Again, none of this is your fault. Even if it was, don’t you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you?”

There isn’t, is there? How did it take us so long to get here? “We’re idiots,” I say, then kiss him again, press my lips to his pale skin, over and over and over again, until I get to his mouth.

“I agree, but care to tell mewhywe’re idiots?”

“Because we could have had this for years. I was so afraid to let myself entertain the idea that I could have feelings for you because I couldn’t fathom the thought of losing you.”

“Or…maybe we weren’t ready until now, D. Iama little immature for my age.”

“A little?” I tease.

He uses his index finger and thumb to make an inch. “Just a bit.”

I kiss the corner of his mouth again.

“Could we have had more time? Yeah. But even when we were just friends, we belonged to each other, D. I don’t know why I didn’t realize how I feel sooner—I guess because I thought I couldn’t do the whole romantic-love thing—but I do now.”

He didn’t realize, neither of us had, but he always made me feel loved. “I’m in love with you.” It doesn’t matter if I’ve said the words before, I’m addicted to them. I want to tell him a million times every day.

“I know. And I’m in love with you too.”

I take Eric’s mouth in a deep kiss this time. Our tongues move together, my hands sliding down his wet back to his ass. He spreads his legs, telling me what he wants without words, and I slip my finger into his crease, find his hole and massage it.

“Fuck.” He drops his head against my shoulder. “I wanna feel you. Push it inside.”

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you after going to battle tonight.”

He chuckles. “You are. Let me feel you, and then I want to fuck you.”

I nod. “Definitely not denying my man.”

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