She runs her finger across my bottom lip.
“Fuck me!”she breathes.
Time is of the essence. I don’t allow for any words, sliding myself in while kissing her the entire time. She tastes like maple syrup, sweet and addictive. Her nails scratch down my back as I warn her I’m going to blow first. My body begins to convulse, my groans expelling until she follows in her own orgasmic finish.
“That was …” She chokes, then catches her breath. “How is it possible you’ve made me come three times in less than an hour?”
I kiss her lips before climbing off, then arrange the food back so she can eat.
“Finish your meal, and I’ll show you how we can top that record and hit four times.”
Her lips curve upward into a smile as she eats with ease but scolds me for the lack of coffee.
“I can’t believe we’re here.”
I nod with a grin. “Me neither.”
“And we’re married.”
“We sure are.”
“And having a baby…”
I take a moment to think about it all. How second chances are a rarity, and everything I’ve ever wanted is sitting on this bed beside me.
“Mrs. Edwards,” I say with a bated breath. “It’s only the beginning.”
Charlotte kisses my hand and then finishes her meal. It’s almost time to leave, and just as I’m about to bury myself in her again, the knock on the door is the biggest cockblocker known to man. I know the knock very well. I heard it every single day as a child growing up in a house with the most impatient sister.
“Adriana, fuck off,” I yell.
Charlotte pushes my chest slightly. “You know she has a key, right?”
“And?”
“I don’t want the whole world to see me naked.”
“It’s just Adriana. I’m sure she’s seen you naked before.”
“Yeah, but it was junior high, and it was more like a ‘count to three and lift your top up’ so we can compare breast sizes.”
My brows draw in. “You really did that?”
“Yes. Didn’t guys do that in high school, like in urinals?’
I shake my head at the thought. “No, to answer the question. I do not look at other guys' dicks to compare.”
Charlotte grins. “Maybe because you’ve got no competition, baby.”
The sound of the swipe card echoes then the door opens. It’s not only Adriana but Elijah, Kate and Eric too.
Jesus fucking Christ, why is Eric looking at me all weird and stalker-like.
“Seriously, get the fuck out,” I warn them before burying my head back into Charlotte's neck, hoping it’s too much for them and they’ll leave promptly.
“As much as I love you, big brother, you have to get your naked ass out of here. The inn booked a traveling polka group, and unless you want to have polka tunes stuck in your head all week, it’s time to leave.”
“How long do we have?” I ask in annoyance.