I’d never tire of seeing her in my shirt. She was so petite it came to her mid-thigh.
“Come here.” I smiled and threw the covers off my legs.
She crawled up the length of me and the bed, until she was straddling my lap and teasing those fancy nails over my belly.
“Take it off,” I whispered, causing her fingers to still at once.
Her gaze lifted to mine and then swung to the window that was responsible for letting all that morning light in.
I sat up so fast she startled on a sharp breath, and her hand shot to my shoulder.
“Let me see them one last time.” I nibbled at her neck, my words making her freeze twice as hard.
“Last time?” She sounded so small, I abandoned her neck, pecked her cheek, and claimed her mouth.
She didn’t kiss me back right away; it took a little coaxing.
“I’m going to leave you money to go buy your confidence, baby. I want you sitting proud when you’re on top of me. I don’t want to ever see you curl and hide. You were made to be seen, just like you were made to be mine.”
I wasn’t sure what she’d say. She sat quietly for a moment, before she reached down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt. She held my gaze and carefully stripped it over her wet hair.
“You’re beautiful the way you are,” I repeated what I’d surely already told her, while subtly rocking her over my length. “But I trust whatever masterpiece you craft for me will be…” I playfully bit her jaw and moaned beneath her ear.
I had to keep reminding myself not to suck and bite at her neck. It wasn’t easy, I couldn’t keep my mouth off her, and once I was inside her, I lost all reason. I didn’t give a fuck about her boss, checkout time, or the cellphone I hadn’t checked since I had her attention again.
It was reckless, but she was so addicting that I was past the point of holding anything back.
I didn’t even bother pulling out.
She was it for me. I’d made up my mind without even needing to think it over twice, but I could tell she was as nervous as she could be while reading that marriage license over an hour later.
Her hands shook as she double checked the information we’d given the clerk.
“Are you sure?” she whispered, her pen stilling over the place where she was meant to sign.
I placed a finger on the top of the document and slid it away from her. I plucked the pen from her hand and scribbled Anthony Travis Aviston. I jotted down my birthdate and placed my signature on the line.
She smiled, took the pen back and signed her name
“Everything seems to be in order, I’ll get this printed out for you and then you just have to wait twenty-four hours, and the rest is in your hands.” The clerk smiled.
Crystal nervously looked at me. I hooked my arm around her shoulder, before saluting the lady with my chin, “Great. Thanks.”
Crystal watched the lady closely as she typed the information into the computer and went to fetch the printout.
“Anthony,” Crystal whispered, drawing my attention back to her.
“What?” I smiled, amused by her bewildered expression.
“Anthony, this is real.”
“Hell, yeah, it is.” My grin broadened.
“All set,” the lady announced, as she crossed the room and held the document out.
“Appreciate ya.” I winked, taking it and steering my future wife toward the door.
She was tangling and untangling her fingers, with a distant look in her eye.
