They both breathed heavy, spent and sated. Gah, she could sleep for days after that kind of a release.
Though, she had a feeling given her new knowledge of Knox’s bedroom skills, she wouldn’t be getting a whole lot of sleep that night.
Her breaths finally evening out, she reached for his hand, pulling it to her lips.
“Ten,” she said. “Maybe even an eleven because you got bonus points for the extra credit.”
He chuckled. “Who knew a honeymoon could be so fun?”
This thing between them wasn’t the least bit awkward. It should’ve been awkward given that they'd just violated all of the rules they’d agreed on when they started this journey together. He pressed light kisses to her cheeks, nose, and throat. “Go get it.”
“I just told you, I didn’t need it.”
“And I just found out we get toplay.”
“Knox.” He couldn’t be serious. Could he?
Given the glint in his eye? Totally serious.
“After we’re done?” he asked, his hands starting to wander.
“Yes?”
He pressed the tip of his nose to hers. “We’re gonna sleep.”
“Okay,” she agreed. Because she had a feeling they’d both need it if he got out her special battery-operated lipstick tube.
“And after that?” he asked, toying with the side of her breast.
“Uh-huh?”
“I’m gonna take you on a real honeymoon.” He pressed a kiss to her nipple, licking there and then blowing on it.
“Oh yeah?” How was she so turned on again already? They’djusthad sex.
Scratch that. How was he so turned on again already? If she wasn’t mistaken—and she wasn’t mistaken—his lower body was ready to be back in the game.
“I thought we covered this. I can’t go to the beach since I’ve got to be here,” she said, running her thigh between his legs, along the shaft of his erection.
“Not the islands.” He shook his head. “Oh no. Noodle Cup, I’m taking you to a bagel shop.”
She laughed as he rolled her to her back and took over again.
Leave it to Knox to know precisely what she needed.
She was not going to process that she’d had the most amazing sex of her life with…her husband.
Chapter Nineteen
KNOX
The last thingKnox wanted was to go back to reality, where he slept alone, made music, and took random online courses at night.
But nights like last night, with Irina, were not in his future. They couldn’t be. He got that. Didn’t mean he didn’t want a repeat. As a partner, Irina was sturdy, responsive, and giving, and…that mouth of hers did things…things he enjoyed…yeah.
“You’re going to have to look at this eventually,” Irina said, flipping through her cell.
At some point she’d gotten up out of bed and put on underwear and a tight white T-shirt. He didn’t like that because he wasn’t done playing.
