Page 34 of Adrian

“What?” he asks, as he steps back to remove his jacket and kick off his shoes.

“We’re married.”

He grins. “Yes, we are.”

I tip my head back and cackle.

He grabs me around the waist and kisses me again, this time with his hands wandering all over my back and my bare butt cheeks. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he mutters against my lips. “You’re even sexy when you laugh like a hyena.”

I push back from him. “I do not laugh like a hyena.” But I’m still smiling, and I point toward his chest. “And don’t touch me anymore until you’re naked, Mr. Fancy Jeans.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gives me a slow strip tease that makes the tiny triangle of my thong wet. His eyes are smoldering as he speaks. “Spread your legs, Blair. Keep the heels on.”

I flatten myself against the door again and part my legs. It’s obscene, but that’s what he was hoping for. I can do obscene.

“Fuck, yes.” He’s down to his boxers, and his clothes are all over the place. Considering the man is obviously ordinarily rather tidy, I find this amusing.

My amusement switches to total lust when he lowers the front of his boxers over his cock and drags them down his body to step out of them.

Adrian doesn’t even look real. He looks like an artist’s rendering of perfection. Someone who would be on the cover of a magazine, but maybe wearing a loincloth.

“Turn around, wife,” he orders.

I spin to face the door, and feeling bold, I plant my palms on the surface, step out a few inches, keep my feet planted wide, and wiggle my ass. “Like this?”

He steps closer, sets a palm on the small of my back, and grabs one of my ass cheeks. “Such a naughty girl. Did you want me to spank this pretty bottom?”

My breath hitches at the suggestion. How kinky is my new husband? I didn’t even know I had a kinky side, but apparently I do, because his filthy words are turning me on.

Surprising myself, I shake my butt again. “I’ve been very, very bad.”

He squeezes my cheek, then releases it, and gives it a swat. “Is that so?”

I gasp and rise onto my toes. We’re going there. I don’t even know where there is, but holy fuck, I’m so aroused. His hands are huge, and it feels like they cover so much of my skin all at once. They’re also rough from working outside.

My man is a combination of rugged and brilliant. He showed me his office in the basement of the main house briefly after the wedding. It’s a technology supercenter. All of his brothers are also brilliant and hardworking. They have advanced degrees and work hard to grow their parents’ legacy, while at the same time knowing how to cut up a tree and stack it for firewood for the winter.

If that isn’t hot, I don’t know what is.

Those rough hands of his are coming in handy right now because I love the feel of them clenching my ass cheeks. My arousal grows incrementally every time he swats one of them, too.

Suddenly, he spins me around, sweeps me off my feet, and carries me across the living room. Seconds later, he drops me unceremoniously on his bed. Our bed. I’m married.

Seriously.

I’m married.

He stares at me like he’s going to eat me while he removes my heels. He probably is going to eat me. The last time he did so, I came so hard against his face my vision blurred.

Taking his time, he grabs the elastic of my thong at my waist and eases it over my hips. I’m on my elbows, so it’s easy for him to reach behind me and unfasten my bra next.

When he steps back to stare at me, his eyes are smoldering. “Fuck, I’m a lucky man.”

I lower my gaze to his huge erection and decide to bring up a subject we glossed over last night. “If you want me to keep looking like this, you’ll need to find a condom.”

His gaze trails up my body so slowly that I shiver from the intensity. When he meets my eyes, he shakes his head. “I’m positive you will be even sexier at every stage of pregnancy. I can’t wait to watch you grow with my baby inside you.” His voice is so deep and genuine that I suck in a breath.

Am I ready for this?