The back of his palm glides along my cheek, and he smirks from accomplishment. “That’s a start.”
I shake my head gently, kind of exhausted that this is how my day is starting. Not energy-wise tired, more like my mind is muddled and I haven’t even had coffee today yet.
“I’ll take care of all of this.” He indicates his head to the pile of gifts, some we haven’t even opened yet.
I shrug a shoulder. “Maybe first we should see what everything is?” There could be some cute stuff, and I always need sweatshirts, plus it’s not every day you get wedding presents to gawk at. “We won’t keep all of this, and I don’t have time to write thank-you notes.”
“I’ll have someone handle that. By the way, I have a charity game this weekend. You’ll be there, right?”
“Oh.” I’m taken aback. “I guess your wife should be there, uhm, sure. What’s the charity?”
He grins. “A dog rescue shelter. Which is awesome since I know you can’t be mad at me if I’m holding a puppy.”
It causes me to grin and bob my head side to side. “You’re kind of right. I wish my parents got a new dog after Pickles passed, but it just isn’t the same.”
Connor touches my shoulder. “He was the laziest dog ever.”
I laugh. “Oh boy, he was. Then again, Puck is like a retriever on speed.”
He laughs too. “My dad trained him for dog competitions. Biggest mistake, he’s like addicted to chasing balls.”
“Maybe we should have a joint calendar or something? Then we can plan events where we need to make an appearance as the perfect couple. My studio has a summer dance show at the summer festival, so you should probably be there. Oh, and family events.”
He slides his arm around my shoulders. “Look at us, going all official with a shared calendar.”
I chortle. “Uhm, I’m positive we can’t get more official than a marriage certificate and rings.”
“True. We’re in the honeymoon phase, so may I make a suggestion?”
Skepticism takes over, yet I’m still enticed. “What?”
He begins to spin me slowly around. “We should be at it like rabbits. It’s tradition.”
Heat spreads through my body as he places my hands on the counter with my back to his front.
Yikes, I should be a little more resistant, but his breath caressing the back of my neck feels far too good, especially when his teeth scrape my earlobe.
“What the hell, why not,” I sigh in defeat, and my body is already two steps ahead of my brain, and I press against his cock while he reaches for my front.
When I glance over my shoulder, Connor acts fast and captures my lips for a kiss, as if he knew he had a small window of opportunity.
Morning kisses, this is very new for us. He’s a bit more sensual than I anticipated.
That is until my yoga pants are yanked lower, and he aligns himself with me.
“Hold on to the counter,” he instructs.
I do as I’m told and look forward as I feel him plunge inside of me before he pumps. My entire body jolts on every move, my hands spread along the counter for more support, and as his robust movements intensify, I accidentally knock over my smoothie and neither of us seem to care.
“Connor.” I’m not even sure if it’s a beg or plea. We’re moving fast, and I want it all. “Turn me around,” I decide.
We quickly smack our lips together for a kiss before he retreats out and guides me over to the cabinet and traps me there. I lift my leg, and he enters me, stretching my leg farther.
He peeks down then at me with impressed eyes, and they grow bold when I lift my leg even higher.
“Benefits of having me as your wife. I’m flexible.” My breath is heavy.
“Benefits of having me as your husband. I have stamina and can act fast when needed.”
