The whole time, Graham was leaning against the counter, amused.
“Grocery shopping?” he asked, checking out his man’s ass when he bent over.
Michael looked back and grinned.
“Getting a few provisions for our honeymoon,” he said, putting down a canister of whipped cream beside some really nice-looking strawberries. “I’m going to woo my husband,” he admitted.
Graham’s heart skipped in his chest, and he was giddy at the prospect of what this man was planning. He loved some bed fun.
More importantly, he loved this man.
With his whole being.
When he stood back up, he closed the refrigerator and focused on Graham.
“Come here.”
That was all he had to hear. He loved a bossy, dominant man in bed, and he was definitely going to be well taken care of, too.
Michael had always been the most giving of lovers. Now, he was going to be sharing pleasure with his husband. It didn’t get any better than that.
Truly.
Heading his way, Graham was pulled into his body, and Michael claimed his mouth in one hell of a steamy kiss. It was a hot tangle of tongues, and sent heat whipping through both of their bodies in anticipation of what was to come.
Them.
Hands wandered, and before Graham knew it, he was boosted up, and his ass was dropped on the marble countertop. The chilliness caught him off guard, and he gasped.
Michael broke the kiss.
“I used to dream about this day,” he admitted, spreading Graham’s legs so he could stand between them and be closer to his body.
He stared into his man’s eyes.
“Me too,” Graham whispered. “I’ve dreamed about it when you were gone, and it was one of the few things that kept me going. I always believed that we would find this moment together.”
His faith was astounding, and Michael was blessed to know that his husband had hung in there, believing in them. He only wished he’d been as strong.
That was his second regret.
The first was not staying in the first place. Now, Michael had seven years to make up, and that started now.
He was going to take care of his husband, and show him how much he loved and cherished him. This was going to be their future.
Slipping his hand into Graham’s hair, he took his mouth in a kiss. The whole time, he was focused on nothing but giving pleasure.
Tonight, he was going to show Graham what lived in him, and what their life was going to be like.
Passion.
Filled.
The second he felt his body go lax, Michael knew that he was giving up control, and he was now driving this bus. Oh, and they were going to go over the cliff together.
Bet.
On.
