Her heart rate increased triple time. She knew he had but it meant even more that he reaffirmed it. “Will you kiss me, Jared? Please?”
“Whatever you want, wife.” He hauled her into his arms, meshing his mouth with hers. The kiss was hot, deep, wet and when she finally pu
lled away, she was a little dizzy, a lot turned on. “I love you,” he whispered.
She laughed. The joy within her couldn’t be contained, and she squealed when he took her hat off and tossed it onto the ground. Her hair spilled past her shoulders, a wavy, wild mess that she brushed out of her face with her hands. “I must look terrible.”
“Nah. I’ve missed that look on your face. All turned on and so pretty with it.” His voice softened. “I can’t wait to get you home and into our bed.”
It was so unbelievable. Standing on the field, surrounded by the media, more than a few fans stopping to watch them as well. And this man. This beautiful, famous, generous man who was her husband had just told her he loved her. And she loved him.
So much she could hardly stand it.
“I can’t wait to go home either.” She reached up, cupping his warm, stubble-covered face. She stroked her thumb across his chin, unable to get enough of him now that she had him in front of her. “I love you, Jared.”
He smiled, the sight of it almost stealing her breath, he looked so happy. “Baby, let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Gladly.”
Chapter Nineteen
Her eager husband had them home and naked in his bed in less than two hours, which was some sort of miracle. He’d defied laws of gravity—and laws in general—to get them to his house in such a quick amount of time. All the while she’d squirmed in her seat, her skin on fire for him, her panties so damp it was almost embarrassing.
But the torturous wait was so worth it. Being in his strong arms again, feeling his hot, hard body move against hers as he kissed her all over. Her breasts, her stomach, her legs—no spot went untouched as he teased her until she was begging for it. Until finally he pressed his lips to her very center, his tongue darting out for a lick, his thick fingers sliding inside her, making her tremble and moan and fall apart in quick minutes.
“God, you are so responsive,” he murmured as he kissed her, the taste of her still lingering on his lips. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I’ve missed you, Jared.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, needing to feel him, all of him against her. “I hated being away from you.”
“I did too.” He slipped inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him. A sigh escaped her at how perfectly he fit inside her, his forehead pressed to hers.
Brushing the hair out of her eyes, he studied her, his touch tender, his body starting to move within hers. Slowly. Deliciously. “I can’t believe you’re here. With me,” he whispered. A thrill coursed through her at the sincerity in his voice, in his gaze. “I love you so much, Sheridan. The day everything blew up, I knew. That morning when I was inside you, looking at you just like this. I knew I didn’t ever want to lose you.”
“Oh, Jared.” She sighed, closing her eyes, lost to the sensation of his body moving so effortlessly within hers. She felt full, connected to him like never before and he kissed her, his mouth warm, gentle, delicious. “You said you loved me on national television, you know.”
He chuckled. “I know, baby. Trust me, I know. Nick thought it was risky.”
“It wasn’t.” She opened her eyes, smiling up at him. “It was the perfect thing to do. Though I’m sure your little speech is already on YouTube.”
“Maybe it’ll have a million hits by tomorrow,” he added, smiling. “That’ll make Harvey happy as fuck.”
She laughed. “And our pictures will be everywhere. I know photographers were snapping photos of me and Willow in the stands. Let alone what happened between us out on the field.” She would probably look like a lovesick fool in every one of those photos. Not that she minded.
“We’ll be the talk of the town.” He frowned, his movements stilled. “I don’t care what they say, though, whatever stories they make up. I hope you know that. I only care what you think. I believe in us. Not in anyone else.”
“I feel the same way.” She ran her fingers through the silky hair at his nape, his lids lowering at her touch, the pleasure washing over his expression absolutely breathtaking. She would touch him forever just to see that look on his face again.
He kissed her, deep and wet and with plenty of tongue, until she was moaning from the way he rocked inside her, his thrusts fast, his hips grinding against hers. Pushing her into her second orgasm with an effortless ease that shocked and thrilled her. She clutched him tight when he fell apart in her arms moments later, filling her as he shuddered within her again and again.
“I have a question to ask you,” he said minutes later, when she was snuggled up flush against his body, their sweaty skin sticking, their legs entwined.
“What is it?” She drew lazy circles on his chest, playing with the hair that grew there.
“Will you marry me?”
Withdrawing from him, she lifted up on one arm so she could meet his gaze. “Jared, we’re already married.”
“I know. In some bogus ceremony at the county courthouse that lasted all of ten minutes.” He shrugged. “I want more. You deserve more.”