“Leave it. Come here.”
She let me pull her onto my lap, settling sideways across my thighs with her arms around my neck. This close, I could see the faint marks I’d left on her throat the night before, could smell my cologne mixing with her perfume on her skin.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“For what?”
“For listening. For seeing what I needed even when I didn’t know how to ask for it.” She traced patterns across my chest with her fingertip. “I’ve never had anyone pay attention to me like that. Never had anyone care enough to remember the little things.”
“I plan on spoiling you for the rest of our lives.”
“Is that a promise, Mr. Grimson?”
“That’s a guarantee.”
She laughed, and the sound sank into my bones like music. This was what I’d been missing my whole life without knowing it—not just a woman to come home to, but someone who saw past the reputation, the money, the carefully built walls, to the man underneath who just wanted to be loved.
“So what’s the plan for today?” she asked, playing with the chain around my neck.
“No plan. Just you, me, this villa, and until we gotta fly out.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Good. Because “We need to christen this marriage again. I don’t think we did it right last night.”
She grinned, that mischievous look I’d fallen for sparking in her eyes. “Is that right?”
“That’s right. Matter fact…” I stood, lifting her with me as she squealed in surprise, clinging to my shoulders.
“Lesley!” she gasped, pounding a fist against my chest. “Put me down.”
“Hell nah. We’ve got all day, and I plan on using every minute.”
I laid her across the bed and hovered over her. Her laughter faded. Her robe slipped when she shifted, silk sliding off one shoulder, and I took my time watching her body tell me everything I needed to know before I even touched her.
“You think I’m playing?” I asked, tugging the robe open inch by inch. “I told you, Coco, we didn’t get it right last night. I didn’t make enough of a mess.”
I stripped the silk away completely and bent to mark her throat again—deeper this time, she liked that shit. Her hands came up to push at me, but I caught her left wrist, kissed the diamond flashing on her finger, then pressed her palm against the headboard.
“Keep that right there where I can see it,” I murmured.
I dragged my mouth lower, slow enough to make her squirm. Her perfume gave way to the clean warmth of her skin, every kiss leaving a trail of heat. She tried to twist away, half laugh, half gasp, but I pinned her hip down.
“Don’t run,” I said against her stomach.
Her breath sharpened, and when I dipped lower, her whole body jolted. The sound she made—soft, breaking, defiant—shot straight through me. I teased her on purpose, pulling back just when she thought I’d given her everything, then coming back with more pressure.
“Baby…” Her voice cracked around my name, pleading. She tried to cover her mouth, tried to arch away. She couldn’t escape the sounds tearing out of her. I caught her waist and pulled her down flat.
I flipped her, guiding her onto her knees. She braced against the headboard, back arched, the wing inked across her skin flexing with every breath. I caressed her ass slowly. I wasmesmerized. My palms spread wider, before giving one cheek a sharp slap that made her jolt.
“Ass up, baby.”
“Ouu,” she cooed.
“Yeah,” I muttered, kneeling behind her. “That’s the view I wanted.”
I stroked my dick, easing it in and out of her juicy entrance; my dick jumped seeing the creamy mixture glistening.
