“Yeah?”
“I’m really glad you’re my first.”
I close my eyes for a second, letting that sink in.
Then I lift her into my arms and carry her toward the bed.
“What do I do first?” she asks as I step back to simply admire her.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Kiss me,” I smile. “As a husband to a wife as beautiful as mine…I expect kisses multiple times a day.”
“Oh, is that so?” she laughs.
“Yes,” I grin as I unbutton my dress shirt and toss it aside. “That is most definitely so.”
I laugh when Abigail’s eyes widen.
“You’ve seen me shirtless plenty of times before, baby,” I chuckle.
“Not as my husband,” she smirks, heat flickering in her eyes.
“Does that make a difference?”
“You’re much hotter now,” she sighs. “Can I…uh…can I touch?”
Instead of answering, I crawl onto the bed until I’m hovering over her. I take one of her small hands and place it against my chest.
“You never have to ask,” I say quietly. “I crave your touch, wife. Anytime, anywhere.”
Her fingers press against my skin, hesitant at first…then a little more confident.
“What if you’re around other people?” she asks.
“Anytime.”
“In the war room?”
“Anywhere.”
She laughs softly.
“I’m not allowed in the war room,” she says. “Both you and my brother have this crazy rule about keeping yourprecious peopleaway from all the dangerous and illegal stuff.”
“Yeah,” I sigh dramatically. “It’s insane that we have such a rule. What’s wrong with us?”
Abigail laughs again, and the sound does something warm and steady inside my chest.
I lean down and kiss her slowly.
“I love you, babygirl,” I murmur against her lips. “My beautiful wife.”
Her hands slide up my chest until they curl around my neck.
“I love you too,” she whispers.
For a moment, we just stay there.
