“I think you mean I’m getting fatter.” Dane’s hand comes down on the side of my thigh in a smack. I gasp at the sensation shooting straight to my clit.
“Watch it.” His tone is filled with warning. His face shows that he really is bothered that I said that.
“I love you.” I lean down, laying my head in the crook of his neck. It doesn’t matter if I do or don’t remember everything from before. Marrying Dane is the best decision I’ve ever made.
“I love you too.” He wraps his arms around me, holding me to him. My fingers play with the hairs on his chest.
“We can’t live in this hotel forever,” I say. I’ve caught myself calling this place home a few times now. “Though the room service is nice.” Dane chuckles, making my whole body shake.
“You could hire a cook.”
“Hire a cook?! Gosh. I snagged myself a super rich husband.”
“You’re rich too. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours.”
“As sweet as it is for you to say that, it’s yours. I want you, not the money.”
“And that’s why I married you, but I don’t recall a prenup.” My fingers stay, realizing that we hadn’t signed one. It wasn't a thought in my mind. “Not that divorce will ever be an option.” I kiss his neck. “It’s better this way. If something were to ever happen to me, it would all fall to you.”
“Wait, what?” I sit back up. “But…”
“I trust you. You’ll always do the right thing.” He sits up, kissing me. He has so much faith in me. One of the things I hate the most about losing my memory is the fact that I don’t recall all of the tiny details of how we fell in love. Our late night talks had filled me in on a bunch of the details but it’s still not the same as remembering for myself.
“Okay. If that is what you want.”
He smiles against my mouth. “I need to feed you.” I let out a moan as he lifts me off of him, his cock slipping free as he sits me down on the bed. He rolls over, grabbing the phone next to the bed and placing an order for room service. Like every other time he orders, he overdoes it. How much does the man think I can eat?
“Here.” He hands me a robe. “I love you naked, but I’ll end up back inside of you if you don’t cover up.” I slip on the robe, loving the way it feels against my skin.
“Promises, promises.”
He narrows his eyes on me as he pulls up his jeans not bothering to button them. “I also don’t want to be talking about my mother with my cock still inside of you and with you naked.” That kills the mood. “What?” He puts a finger under my chin, lifting my head to meet his eyes.
“She tried to pay me off to leave you. That woman really hates me. She also said something about you being with someone else, but it’s kind of fuzzy.” I can still see her face so clearly. How can she be so mean on the inside but beautiful on the outside? You’d never know she’s in her fifties by looking at her.
“Do you believe that?” he asks me.
“No.” How could I at this point? He’s spent months trying to find me. His obsession is clear.
“Good.” He smiles. His hand goes to the back of my head as he guides me in for a kiss. “I am already looking for a place. We could stay here and build, but that would take over a year. With Faith and the baby, I don’t think this hotel room is going to cut it. I enjoy fucking my wife and the sounds she makes as I do it.”
“You’re terrible.” I playfully smack his chest. He grabs my wrist, kissing my palm. “Thank you. It’s sweet that you’re thinking that Faith might be ours one day.” I start running my fingers through my hair trying to get it under control.
“She’s an easy little girl to love. She’s brilliant too. That girl is going to be something one day.” Gah. Can he be any more perfect?
“She really is.” I point to the nightstand next to him. “Can you give me my hair tie?” He grabs it but doesn't hand it over.
“Turn around.” I let out a small laugh but do as he said.
“What are you going to do?”
“Braid it,” he answers, his fingers already in my hair. “I’ve seen you do it many times. I think I can manage. Plus if we’re going to have a little girl soon it might be a skillset I need.”
“You’re killing me here.” I try not to burst into tears.
“All done,” he says. “Why am I killing you?”
I turn to face him. His face softens. He wipes away the few tears that escaped.