“Naked and in bed? I may have to run to the store for condoms later, but we can absolutely do that.” A smile broke out on his ridiculously handsome face. “I love you. And I love having you like this.” He lifted my leg onto his hip and ran his thumb over the smattering of freckles. “I love knowing little things like this, where your freckles are, how your legs shake right before you come, what you taste like.”
“You’re a dirty romantic, babe,” I said, rolling my hips against him. He was already hard and huge, and although I was sore from last night’s repeat invasion, I was ready for much more. This was a good kind of sore, agreatkind of sore.
“When it comes to you, I’m a lot of things. Just managed to ignore them for, like, twenty years or so.”
I laughed at his exaggerated shrug.
“And not that I don’t like when you call me doll, but babe gives me a rush.” He popped his brow, a wide grin splitting his lips.
“You got it bad, Clark.”
“I do,” he said with a slow nod. “And it feels so fucking good to show it.”
“I love you too.” I lifted my head and pressed my lips against his. “Sorry I said it on a delay.”
He chuckled against my lips and ran his fingers through my hair. I’d been having sex for more years than I wanted to tally up, but it had never been like this. Even in the dirtiest moments last night, I’d felt worshipped and connected to Landon in a way I hadn’t been with anyone else. I’d woken up with an innate and pure satisfaction.
“Can I ask you something?”
Landon pulled back, squinting at me.
“Of course.”
“The first night you came here.” I chewed on my bottom lip. “I shouldn’t have been listening and I’m sorry, but in the shower, were you…”
A bashful smile played on his lips, and he dropped his chin to his chest.
“I was.” He nodded. “And you don’t need to apologize. It’s hot knowing that you were listening.”
I pushed his shoulders back when he went for another kiss.
“There’s a second part to my question.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Okay.”
“Did you…say my name?”
He dropped his head back as a laugh rumbled through his chest.
“Are you really asking me that, Jules?”
“I just…didn’t know if I was hearing things out of wishful thinking. Stop laughing at me.” I shoved his chest as he laughed even harder. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
He pinned me back down when I tried to roll away.
“I didn’t say ‘Julie.’”
“Oh,” I said, my cheeks heating with humiliation and jealousy that he’d come with someone else on his mind, but it was my fault for asking the question and eavesdropping when I shouldn’t have been.
He cupped my chin and turned my head to face him when I looked away.
“I said ‘myJulie.’ I came with you—and only you—on my mind and onlyyourname on my lips. So, any other questions?”
“Your Julie?” I repeated around the sudden lump in the back of my throat.
“Damn fucking right,myJulie.” He took my mouth in a slow kiss, curling his tongue around mine as he snaked his arm under my waist to lift me closer.
“You’re a swoony bastard, husband,” I breathed out when we broke apart.
