“Maybe not the best idea to marry the biggest one in town then, huh?”
“Now you tell me,” she said dryly.
“We’ve gotta figure out something because we’re going to be in front of a lot of people who expect us to act like newlyweds.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s going to be a challenge, don’t you think?”
My gaze dropped to her lips, remembering exactly how soft they’d been. Remembering exactly what she’d tasted like. Exactly how hot her pussy had been as she’d practically climbed me to get closer.
Fuck.
“Nope,” I said, my voice coming out thick. “Kissing you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
For a heartbeat, she didn’t move, didn’t even blink. Then her mouth parted—just slightly—before she shut it again and turned her back on me. “We’re not talking about just once. You’re going to have to kiss me over and over and over.”
My dick twitched at that nice little reminder.Jesus. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was intentionally doing this just to fuck with me. I had no idea when or how I was going to jerk off in this tiny sardine can, and she probably reveled in watching me squirm. The evil little minion.
“You know what we need to do to make you more comfortable with it, right?”
She eyed me warily. “What?”
“Practice.”
“Practice,” she repeated flatly.
“Yep. Like exposure therapy.” A grin spread slow and wicked across my mouth as my gaze dropped to her lips. “But with a little tongue action.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Absolutelyyes.” I stepped close enough that the scent of her shampoo invaded my senses, and I had to stop myself from inhaling deeply. Keeping my sanity intact was challenge enough without becoming a hair-sniffing pervert. “The more we do it, the easier it’ll be. And hopefully soon, you’ll be able to kiss me without flinching.”
Silence reigned for several tense moments. I was a little worried she’d knee me in the balls and storm up to bed.
“Fine,” she said, shocking the hell out of me. Then she jabbed a finger into my chest. “But if we do this, this isn’t goinganywhere. None of your charmer bullshit, got it?”
I raised my hand. “Scout’s honor.”
“I’ve known you for twenty-five years, jackass. You’ve never been a scout.”
“Fine, then. Charmer’s honor. Practice only. Nothing else.” I lowered my face until we were eye level, one side of my mouth ticking up. “At least until you beg me otherwise.”
“So, when hell’s frozen over, then?” Her words were harsh, but her voice wasn’t as steady and sure as it usually was.
She was nervous—something strong, unflappable Willa rarely was.
I softened my voice and asked, “Ready?”
“Not even a little bit.”
But she didn’t move away. Instead, she lifted her chin, her eyes flashing in defiance, and those full, pouty lips of hers set in a firm line, daring me to come closer.
So I did.
I lifted a hand to cup her neck, my thumb brushing across the soft curve of her jaw. “I’m going to kiss you now, wife.”
“And I’m going to hate every second of it,” she murmured, her gaze tracking my movements as I lowered my face, inching closer to hers.
“We’ll see about that…”
