“If you insist, I can always fight you right until we board the plane.”
Hunter slid his hands under my ass, lifting me up. I yelped, right before clenching my knees at his sides. He winced. Right. My yoga routine was helping with my flexibility, but not my instincts. I hadn’t gotten the hang of wrapping my legs gracefully around him, but I was working on it. For now, I was awkwardly clinging to him like a monkey. Hunter tried to rearrange my arm around his neck. I had a hunch that I was half strangling him.
“Hey, watch the bracelet. A certain someone gave it to me.”
I’d slept with it and showered with it and didn’t intend to take it off at all. I absolutely loved it.
“And this someone... what exactly do you feel for him?”
“I think he’s the best man. And I love him.”
His grin softened, turning into a warm smile. Feeling all those hard abs pressing against my belly and his strong arms wrapped around me was doing things to me. My entire body reacted to him. My nipples pebbled, and a familiar ache pulsed between my thighs. I kissed his neck, drawing my tongue in little circles just above his clavicle.
“Forgot about breakfast?” he whispered on a chuckle. Ah, I totally had. All I could think about was indulging in this perfect, gorgeous man.
“I always forget how devious you are.”
“Always happy to remind you.”
He shifted me a little lower. I gasped when I realized he was hard already. How could he want me so much?
It hadn’t sunk in yet. My husband loved me. I was living a life I hadn’t even dared dream about. Part of me still didn’t dare to hope too much. But God, the way he held me, the way he looked at me. As if I was more precious to him than anything else. How could I not hope?
“Then what are you waiting for, husband?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Hunter
Two weeks later, we were lying on the beach in the Bahamas. Josie couldn’t take too much time off, so we were here only for an extended weekend—Friday to Monday—but I intended to make every minute count. Josie was lying on her belly while I smeared sunscreen on her back. She insisted on applying it religiously.
“I don’t remember you being such a huge fan of sunscreen.”
“Now I’m addicted to it. I think it has something to do with the person applying it.” She looked at me over her shoulder.
“Glad I’m contributing.”
“Always.”
I leaned over, biting one ass cheek. She winced, almost falling off the lounge chair. I steadied her, laughing as I straightened.
“Hunter! You can’t scare me like that.”
“Yes, I can. You’re cute, all puzzled.”
Shaking her head, she let out a soft hmpf before resuming her position on her belly. She got out a book too, laying it in front of her. I pinched her arm.
“What are you doing?”
“Scoot over, wife. I want to read too.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Otherwise, you’ll tell me that it’s so good I have to read it too. You keep telling me what happens while you read it though. Spoiling everything.”
She laughed, throwing her head back. “I do, don’t I? I’m a terrible fiction reader. Nonfiction comes so much easier to me. Probably the lawyer in me just needs to dissect everything I read.”
She made space for me, but we were a little crammed on the lounge chair. Our sides were touching. Total unexpected perk.