Okay, that’s not true.
We were even better.
Patience was my best friend, but now she was my wife, and damned if she wasn’t going to be my lover real soon.
“Your wish is my command.”
When she giggled at my comment, her core pressed into mine, and I let out a groan. If I made it to the end without embarrassing myself again, I deserved a fucking medal.
With that thought, my body stiffened, and my mind began to spin in the wrong direction. Sadness washed over me, and if I was honest, there was a bit of anger, along with the guilt again too.
“Hey, where did you go?” Patience asked as she brought her hand to my cheek.
Mentally, I shook off the thoughts in my head before I took an unwanted trip down memory lane about the medal I already had but didn’t deserve. The one I hadn’t talked about, just hidden away. There was only one person I’d mentioned it to besides my therapist.
Not wanting to think about that, I focused on the beauty in front of me—the woman that was my whole world—and I flashed her a tender smile. “Nowhere, sweetheart.”
I wasn’t going to let the past mess up myfuture.
And that future was staring at me with big, compassionate brown eyes so full of love that I had to choke down theemotions running through me. We had other pressing things to take care of at that moment.
Raising up on my knees, I slowly brought my hands to her sides and slid her purple tank top over her smooth, flat stomach. The few splattered stretch marks from giving birth to Griffin only added to the appeal. As her top moved past her lush, bare breasts, all the air left my lungs. Somehow, I managed to get the fabric over her head before discarding it to the floor.
Patience lay back on the bed, a timid smile on her flawless face.
“You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart.”
Her more-than-a-handful, heavenly breasts with pretty-as-a-petal, pink nipples—which matched her cheeks at that moment—hardened under my stare and had my mouth watering for a taste.
Though, before I could pay homage to the sight before me, in barely more than a whisper, my wife said, “I want to see you too.”
Clothes first, sampling the goods next.
Once again, unable to resist giving her what she wanted, I slid to the bottom of the bed and stood. With her gaze glued to me, I yanked my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothing scattered on the floor. My athletic shorts went next, and with them, my boxers tagged along—my cock sprang free.
Patience’s soft, chocolate-brown eyes widened, then caught fire; the tiny specs of gold in them lit up as she licked her top lip again. She was killing me with that move, even though I knew she hadn’t been doing it to be seductive—it was fucking working.
Fuck, her reaction to seeing me naked for the first time almost had me shooting off my load on the spot. That couldn’t happen again, but I was hanging on by a damn thread—eager to unite with my wife for the first time. But there was something else I had in mind first.
“Please,” she pleaded. “I want you, now.”
As hard as it was not to cave at her request, I shook my head and started crawling back up her body. “We’re taking this slow, sweetheart.”
She let out a frustrated huff, pulling a grin from my lips. “Trust me, it will be worth it.”
Before she could say any more, I hooked my fingers on the sides of her pants and began pulling her pajama bottoms, along with her panties, down her amazing legs in slow motion, like I was unwrapping the most delicate Christmas gift.
Fuck me.She was the best damn present I’d ever received.
My wife was exquisite.
Along with fabulously naked.
With a flick of my wrist, the last of the clothing hit the floor. It was then, with a wink and a smirk, that my mission began.
The mix of innocence and red-hot lust that sparked in her eyes as I moved between her thighs, shouldering them apart, had my control close to slipping. But it was the first swipe of my tongue on her sex, the buck of her hips, and her small hands flying to grip my hair as she pulled, that had pre-come beading on the head of my cock.
“Jett,” my girl cried out as her hands moved from my scalp, her nails now scorching down my back—the marks would be ones I’d wear proudly.
