“Please make sure you pack more than just a string bikini and lingerie for me, okay?”
Lily cackles evilly. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Lily,” I say warningly. “A girl needs more than lace and string to get through a honeymoon.”
“Actually, a girl doesn’t need anything more than a clean surface and a hot husband to fuck her on it.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I laugh, even as my body heats up at the idea of spending a week naked with Hunter, doing nothing but enjoying each other.
The deep rumble of my brother Jude’s voice comes through, but not clear enough for me to hear him. But when Lily busts out laughing and says, “If you don’t like thinking of that, then stop listening to my conversations.” I think I have an idea of what he said.
“Lily. Did he just hear you talking about me spending my honeymoon naked?” I say in mock horror.
“Heck, yes. Serves him right for sneaking up on me like a freaking hockey god ninja.” She raises her voice, thankfully turning the phone away from her mouth. “Love you, babe, thanks for the wine.” Lowering her volume again, she continues, “Your brother is a saint and spoils me rotten. But if he’s going to listen to our conversations, he’s going to have to get used to hearing things about your sex life.”
“As long as I don’t have to hear anything about yours.” I grin, waiting for her reaction.
Sure enough, she doesn’t disappoint. “I need a new best friend who isn’t my boyfriend’s sister so I can tell her how good his dick is,” she moans.
“Ew, TMI, Lil!” I shriek.
My phone vibrates in my hand and I glance down, only to bolt upright. “Oh my God, it’s Hunter! His boat just docked. I gotta go, Lily, he’s almost home!”
“Get some, girl! Love you. And Auntie Lily loves you, too, nugget!” she says, finishing in a high-pitched voice. I roll my eyes again, even as my heart warms.
“It can’t hear you, Lily.”
“Don’t care. That baby will never stop hearing me say how much I love it.”
“Okay, Auntie Lily. Gotta go.”
“Bye, bestie! Have lots of sex!”
The last hour before Hunter unlocks our front door passes by interminably slow. But as soon as I hear the key, I hurry down the hall to our bedroom where I’ve already lit candles and pulled back the duvet.
“Kitty Kat?”
I hear his voice and can’t hold back my smile. “In the bedroom,” I reply. I hear a thud, which must be his bag hitting the floor. And seconds later, Hunter bursts through the doorway, a wild look all over his handsome face.
“Babe,” he breathes, coming to a standstill with one shoe on, and his shirt halfway off. “Fucking hell, I missed you.”
“Then finish taking your clothes off and get over here,” I say. My pulse is pounding with need, and it’s taking every ounce of effort not to leap off this bed and into his arms. But the lusty admiration filling his eyes as he drinks in the sight of me stretched out on our bed with scraps of red lace the only thing covering me makes me stay put.
Then he’s naked.
But instead of jumping on the bed with his usual enthusiasm, Hunter approaches me slowly, an intense sort of reverence in his eyes.
He climbs up beside me on his knees, his cock already long and hard. But to my surprise, he doesn’t move to kiss me. He gently caresses my still flat stomach, and then leans down and presses the most gentle of kisses right above my navel.
“Hi baby, I love you already.”
His whispered words bring moisture to my eyes. Then, lifting his hands, he brings them to cup my cheeks. Finally, his head lowers and his lips brush mine.
“Hi baby, I already love you.”
The sweet parallel of his words isn’t lost on me at all, but it is overtaken by the increasingly firmer press of his mouth to mine. And when his tongue sweeps out, demanding entrance, any response I might have had disappears under the weight of my need.
Our hands start roaming, exploring, relearning each other. Only it’s different now. Two weeks isn’t that long to be apart, but so much has changed. Hunter’s lips trail a path down my neck, cresting the gentle slope of my breast.
