She clears her throat and chooses to ignore my comment and instead opens a neatly wrapped box. “This is from Piper and Hudson.” Our parents’ neighbors and April’s uncle and aunt. “I can tell it’s from Piper’s boutique.”
“Oh yeah?” I’m invested because Piper owns a…
“Of course, she sends this.” Hadley holds up a black mesh nightie that leaves little to the imagination, since Piper owns a lingerie boutique.
I nod once. “Not bad, someone understood the assignment.”
Hadley looks at me, horrified. “They are our neighbors! They’re family to me.”
I lean forward to swipe the card. “‘To Hadley and Connor, enjoy the honeymoon phase. We are so delighted with the news. You two were always adorable. Hugs, Piper (and Hudson).’”
“Didn’t someone send us matching flannel pajamas that cover every inch or something?” She searches the pile of presents.
“Actually, yes, over there by the chair.” I point.
She gets sidetracked by looking at the matching champagne flutes with our names engraved on them, and then examines the fruit basket. “Seriously, what do we do with this stuff?”
I shrug a shoulder. “Let me call someone tomorrow. Some of this stuff is from sponsors. I’m sure they want us to post a selfie in our pajamas on a Sunday morning with some ridiculous scented candle lit and mug in hand.”
Hadley laughs, then her eyes land on the roses and her face scrunches in confusion. “Your aunt sent more flowers?”
I lean back in my chair and watch her gently pick up the stems to smell the flowers.
“Nah, I was at her shop and thought I should get something for my wife since I’m a good husband.”
Her eyes flick in my direction, and she smirks to herself as she taps the petals against her cheek. “Going all in on that, huh?”
“You love it.” I don’t blink.
Hadley tips her nose up, and she seems to be in contemplation. “Excuse me.” She drops the roses then slides something off the table before leaving me alone amongst the mountain of congratulations.
But I’m not done with this conversation, which is why I follow her. She’s already in the bathroom when I make it to our bedroom, and even I know not to interrupt a woman when she’s in the bathroom with the door locked.
Instead, I hop onto the bed and kick up my feet to get comfortable. I’ll just wait, and luckily, it isn’t long, because precisely a minute later, the lock clicks, then the door opens to reveal Hadley in black make-me-instantly-hard lingerie as she leans against the doorframe.
This design should be a crime. It’s a little dress that ends just barely below her ass, and those straps appear easy to slide down. I don’t get a chance to debate that, as my eyes are drawn to the plunging line between her breasts that are pert from the fabric pushing her tits together.
“You want to be a good husband, then I’ll play that game and be your good wife, even dress the part, when I go to bedto sleep.” Her sexy-as-fuck smirk causes me to propel off the bed.
Don’t falter… yet.
“You know what I think, Sprinkles?”
“Your ploy to take me to lunch and charm me with roses has backfired? And yeah, I know what six roses means. I worked one summer for your aunt, and she made me study that chart like it was the exam of my life.”
I chuckle under my breath as I stride my way to her. “I don’t think my plan has backfired. Because I’m kind of confident that the walls you and I built around one another, you actually want to burn them down.”
I stand right in front of her and plant my hands firmly on her hips then pull her forward, which causes her breath to catch, but it does the job because her mouth is now in a kissable distance, and I feel her breath spread along the line of my neck.
Her eyes sparkle with intrigue, and when her mouth parts open, I can’t help but trace her jawline with the pad of my thumb. It feels as though she’s entranced by me, and by all means, I get a kick out of being the one to possess her, but ultimately, it’s the fact she trusts to let me lead.
“Hmm? Isn’t that what you want? For me to break down that wall you have when it concerns me? Even for a night?” My voice is heavily laced with lust as I set my sight on her mouth.
“Sometimes my head spins around you. Unlike dance where I can control it and land perfectly, with you I don’t know how,” she admits in a whisper.
I step closer to bring our bodies flush. “I can show you how,” I husk.
She shakes her head, but a smirk appears before she meets me halfway because she stands on the balls of her feet as she offers me her mouth, the mouth that I cover with my own.
