Page 163 of When We Were Us
“As fast as I can, baby.”
We leave the kitchen, her sandwich forgotten for now, and she follows me from the porch and around the side of the truck. I turn, pulling her against me again. I swear I will never get enough of this woman. Pop is already in the truck, and Mom is headed back to the porch.
She leans up on her toes and kisses me again, pressing her body into mine. She’s all soft curves and warm skin, and if I wasn’t hard before, I am now. She laughs against my lips when I shift to adjust myself. I’d heard pregnancy can sometimes change a couple’s sex life in a negative way, but aside from having to find creative ways to keep Wren comfortable, we’re just as obsessed with one another as we always have been.
My voice is all gravel and rasp against her ear when I say, “I’m going to be walking around with a raging hard-on for the next twenty-four hours if I don’t get in the truck.”
Pulling back with a little smirk, she reaches into her pocket. “Here,” she whispers.
My gaze drops and I let out a low groan when she discreetly presses the red lace panties she put on this morning into my hand. “Baby, you trying to kill me?”
“FaceTime later?” she says with a wink.
I drop my head back and chuckle before pulling her back in with an arm around her neck. These goddamn panties.
“Yeah, Wrennie Girl,” I murmur against her hair. “FaceTime later.”
