“Okay, the reality is,” she sighed, “I had you the moment I kicked your ass.”
Laughing, I rolled to the side and tucked her in. “That you did. I’ve never seen anything sexier.”
“Well, hopefully that will be the last time we ever have a fight like that.”
“For sure. Not that I would be able to actually defend myself.”
Pushing up, she frowned down at me. “What does that mean?”
“Well…just that now I know you, I couldn’t actually hurt you.”
“Obviously. I’m tougher than you.”
I snorted at that, to which she glared. “I just…well, baby, I’m bigger. I mean, you’re faster and have some great moves, but let’s face it, I was going easy on you during that first fight.”
Her eyebrows sprang up. “You were going easy on me?”
“Yeah.”
“And what about the second time I kicked your ass? Were you going easy on me then?”
I had the feeling I was drifting into uncharted territory, and I really needed to get the hell out of here. “Baby, it doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does,” she snapped, getting to her feet.
“Why?” I sat up, wrapping the sheet around my waist. “Why does it matter who fights better?”
“Well, it didn’t until you made a point of saying that you were better than me.”
“Because I am. I mean, you’re amazing, but you’re wily and tiny.”
“Tiny?” she squeaked. “You think I can’t kick your ass because I’m smaller than you?”
“No, that’s—” Everything was getting twisted around. “Baby, all I’m saying is that I took it easy on you that first night because you’re a woman. And after that, yes, I knew you could take it, but?—”
“But what?” she snapped.
“But you’re still a woman!”
Her fist came out of nowhere. Well, honestly, I should have seen it coming. We’d been working our way up to this moment since I opened my mouth, but still, I thought everything would be fine. It was our wedding day, after all.
My head snapped to the side from the force of her hit, but it was the second to the gut that took me by surprise. Gasping, I barely had time to straighten before her fist slammed into the other side of my face.
“Jesus, Blake?—”
“Hit me!” she yelled, slamming her foot into my chest and knocking me back against the wall.
Thankfully, there were no pictures to fall on my head.
“What’s wrong? Can’t hit a girl?”
I stumbled to my feet. “Can’t hit my pregnant wife.”
She laughed humorlessly at that. “I’m not your wife yet,” she said, charging right at me.
My eyes widened as I tried to find the best place to grip her so I didn’t hurt her or the baby. Her head slammed into my chest, and she pushed me back against the wall, then slammed her knee into my nuts.
Gasping in pain, I bent over, sucking in a ragged breath as my cock only hardened under the pressure of her hit.
