Page 83 of Rebel Heart
Flipping her hand so she could see the ring she placed on mine, Jules allowed her gaze to linger there. I wondered if she was having the same thoughts about seeing the ring on my finger that I’d had about seeing the one on hers.
Truth be told, I was surprised that one was even there. It wasn’t that I believed Jules would have intentionally avoided getting one. But between her needing to work yesterday and how tired she’d been lately, I was stunned that she’d even managed to find the time to pick one up for me.
But I was quickly learning not to underestimate her. I suspected Jules would keep me on my toes for years to come. The thought of years with her made me smile.
“You look awfully happy.” Her sweet voice broke into my thoughts.
“What reason do I have to be upset?” I countered. “We had a wonderful day yesterday, and today is shaping up to be just as good. Don’t you agree?”
“I do. How do you feel?”
I unlinked my fingers from hers and draped my arm over her waist. “About what, specifically?”
“About being married,” she clarified.
Grinning, I said, “It certainly has its perks.”
She squinted at me and pursed her lips. “Such as?”
I lowered my head toward her and brushed my mouth lightly against hers. After giving her a sweet, tentative kiss, I pulled back and declared, “I get to kiss you every morning. And I get to hold you close all night. I certainly enjoyed doing some things to your body last night, too.”
“That’s it?”
Laughter spilled out of me. “Of course not. I’ll get to make you food and watch you fall asleep on the couch before I’ll carry you to our bed now. And I get husband privileges.”
Jules tried to stifle the laughter. “What husband privileges?”
I cleared my throat, attempting to keep a straight face. “Well, I know that you’ve been doing this baking thing for years now, but as your husband, I only want to see the best for you. I want to be fully supportive of your career, and in an effort to make sure you see even more success, as your husband, it’ll be part of my duty to be the official taste tester for all new baked goods you come up with.”
“You’re insatiable.”
Squeezing her side, I asked, “Can you blame me? Youmake the most delicious desserts. They come in second to only one other thing I’ve eaten.”
Jules appeared to be offended. “You like the taste of something more than my desserts?”
“I do.”
“What is it?”
The corners of my mouth tipped up in a mischievous grin. “You.”
Her cheeks pinkened as she tucked her chin toward her chest again. I’d never seen her so bashful.
“That’s not going to work.”
“What isn’t?”
My hand drifted up to the edge of the blanket that was covering our bodies. As I began to pull it down, away from her breasts, I explained, “You can’t be shy when I intended to look at every single naked part of you this morning before I get a taste of you.”
Her body shivered. “A taste?”
“It is my favorite thing,” I reminded her. The blanket had been tossed back, exposing everything down to the middle of her thighs. “My wife shouldn’t want to deprive me of my favorite thing.”
“Never,” she murmured, slowly parting her legs. “But we don’t have much time before we have to get ready to leave for our appointment. I don’t want to be late.”
I’d been moving to position myself between her thighs, and once I got myself settled with them thrown over my shoulders, I looked up at her and promised, “Your husband knows what he’s doing, angel. Just layback and enjoy yourself. I’ll have you where you need to be on time.”
Jules moaned and dropped her head back.
