Page 165 of Resurfaced Passion
That was true. It had been a hell of a reception party. Paige was danced out and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
They didn’t so much as move, but she was so full of his thick length that it felt impossible to stay still as he urged her to do with his hands locked on her hips. “It feels good. You feelso good.”
He grunted, knocking a wisp of hair from her face that had escaped from her loose knot. She loved her wedding dress, the fancy underwear, even her tights, but god in a straitjacket, she was dying to rip them off and be naked with him. That would have to wait until they were at their hotel, and then tomorrow they were taking three weeks to visit New Zealand.
Paige was fit to burst with excitement.
His mouth brushed her earlobe, sending shivers through her at the speed of light. Every touch caused a reaction in her skin and she moaned into his mouth.
“Have you had a good day, ladybug?”
“So much,” her smile ached, their noses knocking gently. “I married my best friend again.”
His groan was music and love. “Let me give you a memory, baby.”
“Yay!” she gave a little wriggle.
“The day I proposed … the first time, we’d been arguing for hours. You wanted to go to the movies, but I had all this shit set up at the beach for us and you were ruining my plans and I couldn’t tell you why I was being so stubborn, which pissed you off and you stormed out of my motel room, you only got a few feet and I caught up to you, pinned you to a wall, told you how much I fucking loved you and asked you to marry me.” A grin split her lips. “You of course burst into tears, flung yourself at me. I took it as my yes.”
Oh, that did funny, lovely things to her heart.
Lips brushed the side of her neck. She needed to dig her nails into her palms just to stay sane. There was no point trying to squeeze her thighs together, she had a big—very big man between them. Thank god for the reams of tulle hiding what was going on beneath. She couldn’t move, but what Paige could do was loop both arms around Reaper’s shoulders, brush her lips to his as he talked and tighten her inner muscles. His grunt was delicious.
“That’s how crazy you have me now, baby, always.”
Game over. Ding. Flipping. Ding.
Paige wanted to get out of that tent like ten minutes ago.
She wanted that memory back. She wanted them all. It hurt her heart to know she’d had wonderful years with Reaper and couldn’t recall a second of them save for a few glimpses here and there. His stories would fill her with love and tears every night. It became their ritual when they were in bed he’d give her a memory back.
“Ten.”
Paige’s brain checked back in, her head was so foggy with desire she could barely think and when he lifted her just a tiny inch then dropped her back down so his glorious cock delved back to its place she had to fight not to scream.
Reaper was smug as could be but a tiny bit of sweat dotted his upper lip.
He was tortured by their game too.
Around them their party went on. Drinks and revelry galore and all she could think about was her husband had his cock inside her and hoped nobody would notice.
God, she loved him so hard and she loved himbeing hard.
“You asked for my number last night. I finally made a decision.” He rasped, kissing a necklace around her throat.
“Wait...what? You want ten kids?” He had to be joking, right?Ten!
“Maybe twelve.”
“Twelve kids…” Air whooshed out her lips, imagining Reaper surrounded by all those kids rough-housing and loving their perfect dad.
“I’d be happy with one, bug.” He kissed the side of her neck. “I’d be happy if it was just you and me for the rest of forever, we don’t need kids to be a family. I got my queen, I’m a happy fucker already.”
“And puppies and kittens.”
Her patient boy groaned, making her smile. He liked to protest but she knew she’d get her own way if that’s what she wanted.
“It’s you who makes me happy.” He declared, swelling her heart. “Anything, kid or dog, that joins us after that is just icing on what’s already a perfect cake.”
