I love when I reflect in those eyes, when I’m the center of her world as much as she’s the orbit of mine.
When she looks at me like she never wants to leave.
“Adrian…” she breathes out. “What is it?”
“I didn’t get my welcome home kiss. Have you forgotten about me now that Annika and the little shit are here, wife?”
“I wouldn’t dare.” Her voice lowers as she pulls me down by the lapel of my jacket, gets on her tiptoes, and brushes her lips against mine.
Lia’s kiss is gentle, but it’s imploring and passionate.
It’s nowhere near my brutal claiming, but it’s an invitation for it. My wife knows full well that I get off on her softness and the knowledge that she wants me to seep inside and break it.
Every night.
Every chance I get.
Her lips release mine too soon and she gets back on her feet, licking her lower lip, chasing my taste in a way that gets me even harder. “Welcome home, Adrian. I missed you.”
“Didn’t look that way when you were laughing with the two fuckers outside.”
“I can’t believe you’re still reproaching Yan after all these years.”
“He’s a provocative motherfucker and you know it.”
“That’s because he’s trying to mess with you and you kind of let him.” She smooths an invisible wrinkle from my jacket. “As for Creighton, you’re being unreasonable. We wronged him, but he loves our daughter enough to let all of that go. You need to let go of your imaginary grudge, too.”
“Like fuck I will. The bastard just threatened me that he’ll become my son-in-law and give me grandchildren.”
She laughs. My wife’s head tips back, bearing her pale throat as my ears fill with the delighted sound of her laughter.
“How is any of this funny?” I try to sound stern, but I love the sound of her laughter too much to actually be mad.
“Looks like he learned how to mess with you, too. Good for him. I really like that kid.”
“Which makes me like him even less.”
“Oh, stop it, Adrian. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to Anni, and if you weren’t so judgmental, you’d know it, too.”
I grunt but say nothing.
Lia skims her fingers over the dip in my brows, her voice dropping. “I hate it when you’re all upset. How can I make you feel better, husband?”
A groan spills out of me when she rubs her stomach against my growing erection.
“Repeat that.”
“Husband,” she says again and I tighten my grip on her hip, feeling her shudder.
“Upstairs. Now.”
“But the kids are here.”
“They can wait.”
When she hesitates, I carry her in my arms bridal style. Lia yelps even as her arms encircle my neck.
Her fingers stroke the short hairs on my nape. “Did I mention lately that I love you?”