“Don’t get all cocky on me.” I laugh and shuffle backward a couple of inches. Of course he notices.
"Cocky?" He reaches between his legs and adjusts himself, and I let out a small gasp.
I’m sure my cheeks are bright red because I haven’t seen him completely naked yet. It’s highly unfair, but Salvador kept saying we needed to wait until I was healed. Every time he touched me, I would melt in his hands and beg for more.
"Salvy baby," I say sternly. I’m trying to use the same tone he gives me, but it doesn’t work.
"Salvy baby?" He chuckles, and while he’s momentarily distracted, I try to make a run for it.
“I thought having a nickname?—”
"Don't even think about it," he says, cutting me off.
My plan was to bolt mid-sentence to catch him off guard, but he’s too quick. “Dang it. How’d you know I was going to do that?”
"You're my wife."
"Right." I huff out an annoyed breath, realizing that he knows more about me than I do.
"You want to run, kitten?"
"My toes are wiggling, so I think they're itching to run." His eyes drop to my feet, but I've got fuzzy slippers on.
"Maybe I should check them for you."
"Hey!” I hold my hands out because I know he's going to make a grab for me, and he's too quick for me to be able to dodge it. "You can inspect them after you catch me, then—" His hand wraps around my forearm, and he pulls me into him.
"Got you."
"That's not fair,” I pretend to whine.
"Oh, I’ve never claimed to play fair." He touches the tip of my nose. "Keep that in mind, kitten."
Is that a warning too? I often get this sense that the things he says have more meaning than I understand.
"So you'll play dirty to inspect my wiggling toes?" I snort a laugh as I say it because it sounds ridiculous.
"Yes." His short, quick response has me laughing harder.
"Do you have a foot fetish that I need to know about?"
"I have a wife fetish."
"Oh, really?" I say and lean against him. "Wait, a wife can be anyone.” I narrow my eyes and go back to glaring at him. “Have you been married before? Do you have kids?"
These questions come to me out of nowhere. Maybe I should have led with these days ago.
"You are and will forever be my only wife. And very soon, you’ll have my babies inside of you."
"Babies?" I lean back. "You're pretty damn big. Let’s start with one at a time," I say and pat his chest.
"We'll see." He says it with such confidence I almost believe he can actually control such a thing. I feel his fingers flex across my back. “Now does my kitten want to play?”
His eyes soften around the edges, and a mischievous side peeks out from him. It’s lighter and more playful, but I know once he catches me, it won’t be. I press my thighs together to relieve the growing throb of anticipation.
"I want to play," I say and lift up on my toes. Salvador leans down to meet me so that I can press my mouth to his. "With my husband."
Salvador sucks in an audible breath. He really does have a wife fetish if me calling him my husband gets him going.
