"Don't stop. Please don't stop." I ran my fingers down his muscular arms. I loved every inch of this man. All of him.
He smiled down at me. "I love you, Penny. I love you with everything that I am."
I looked up at the man above me. The man I loved. The man I'd do anything for. "James." I put my hand on his chest. His heart was beating so fast. "I've waited my whole life for you too. I love the man that you are. I love everything about you. And I love the way you love me." I put my feet on the edge of the bed and tilted my hips up.
"Fuck." His fingers dug into my hips as his lips met mine again.
I poured my heart into this man's hands. And I didn't regret a single second of our time together. Everything that we had been through just made me appreciate him even more. My life was dull and gray before he came along. And now? My life was an explosion of colors.
He thrust into me hard.
So fucking explosive.
He kissed my neck, my collarbone, my breasts as he drove me to the edge of oblivion. "Come for me, my beautiful wife."
I wrapped my legs around him again as his hand slid to my ass. I could feel myself tightening around him. I was so close.
And then he came. I felt the familiar warmth spread up into my stomach and let myself let go.
"James!"
"God, Penny."
Explosive was definitely the only word to describe it. He was the one doing all the work yet I was completely out of breath.
He collapsed beside me. "I'm out of shape."
I rolled onto my side and perched my head up in my hand so I could look down at him. "No. You're healing."
"Was that the wedding night you dreamed of?"
"Better. James, tonight was perfect." I intertwined my fingers in his and smiled as he pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed it.
"I can't believe that we're married." He kissed the back of my hand again.
"Married and expecting. Time flies."
James looked down at my stomach and then back up to me. "You can't tell at all. No one would ever guess that you're pregnant."
"Will you still love me when my stomach is huge?"
"I love you more each and every day. So...yes." He leaned over top of me and kissed my stomach.
The position made his tattoo visible. I reached up and ran my finger along the pulse lines of it. "When did you get this?" I had been wondering when he had gotten it the whole time he was in his coma.
"The morning after our fight."
"You got it when you thought we were done? Why?"
"Because even if you left me, it didn't make it less true. My world changed when you walked into it. For the better."
"James. That just makes it that much sweeter."
He smiled. "I forgot that you hadn't seen it yet."
"I have already seen it."
He raised his left eyebrow. "Did you rape me in the hospital?"