She took a breath. “When we get back, if the offer’s still open... I want to move into the house.”
Everything inside me stilled. “You sure?”
“Positive. I want all of you. The complicated parts, too. But as husband and wife, I want us to move to our marital home. I’m ready to make it my own. At some point, if we want a family, we need more space. Might as well get comfortable.”
“You gon give me some chocolate babies?”
“The prettiest chocolate babies you ever seen.”
I kissed her forehead, lingering there as my mind raced ahead to departure times and logistics. Her voice pulled me back to the present.
“Stop moving so fast,” she whispered, her hands finding my face to slow me down. Coco was always telling me to slow down, not rush through moments like they were items on a checklist. She knew I had a tendency to miss the sweetness when I was focused on the destination. “Come here. What time do we leave?”
“Six hours,” I said, finally letting myself settle into this moment with her. “Why?”
“Come shower with me.”
And before I could second-guess myself, I was leaning down and pressing my lips to hers. Soft at first, cautious. She sighed against my mouth, and her hand came up to touch my face, and that was it. The kiss deepened, hungry and desperate.
When Coco pulled back, I stared down at her until she pushed me back and stood. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet while she brushed her teeth and washed her face. She was adamant about not washing her face in the shower.
“Come on, husband,” she called over her shoulder. I didn’t hesitate. The water was already running by the time I followed her in. Steam curled around her silhouette. She stood under the stream, her back to me, glowing.
I stepped in, the heat hitting my skin, but it was nothing compared to her. She turned, reached for my shoulders.
“You’re tense,” she whispered. “Let me take care of that. You keep telling me I’m safe with you. But I want you to know, you’re safe with me, too.”
She kissed my neck, her hands sliding across my chest, her body pressed to mine. My control slipped. She dropped to her knees, letting the water pour over her as she took me into her mouth.
The way she looked at me then pulled me open in a way I hadn’t expected. Her eyes stayed on mine as she took my dickinto her mouth. It wasn’t lust, it was presence. It was care. And it undid a nigga like me.
My hand hit the wall, the other buried in her wet hair as she moved with soft and gentle hands and movements. I couldn’t hold on for long. She knew that. And when she pulled back, mouth swollen, I didn’t give her time to move.
I pulled her up and kissed her, urgent and deep, turning her around so her palms hit the wall. She arched, ass pressing against me, and I smacked it hard enough to echo.
“I’m not letting you outta my sight this whole trip,” I growled, sliding into her in one stroke.
“You better not,” she cooed.
Our bodies moved together, slowly and demanding. When she came, shaking and calling my name, I followed right after, holding her as the world could burn around us and we’d still be alright.
We stood there after, catching our breath, and she turned with that sly smile.
“Exactly what we needed to shake the nerves. I’m ordering breakfast. Then we pack, and then my man takes me to paradise.”
I kissed her once more, quick and hard, then forced myself to step away. “I can’t wait to spoil you this entire trip.”
“How long will we be gone?” she asked, already moving toward her suitcase.
“Week, maybe more. Depends on how things go.” I watched her move around the room, selecting clothes. “Pack everything you think you’ll need. Swimsuits, sundresses, something nice for dinner.”
“What about you?” She turned to face me, holding a bikini that made me swallow roughly. “You packed?”
“Been ready,” I lied. Truth was, I’d been too focused on the surprise to think about clothes. “Just need to throw a few things together.”
“I’ll take care of it for you. Because I know that was a lie.”
I cornered her in the closet, pressing her gently against the island in the middle.
