“Yeah. It does.”
“Should we go tell Anya?”
“In a few minutes,” he said, resuming with the lifting of the shirt. He reverently kissed my belly, then moved up until he’d tugged my shirt off.
“Just a few minutes?” I asked skeptically.
Aiden sat up on his knees, between my legs, and yanked his shirt off. “You doubt me?”
With a soft smile on my face, I pulled him back down for a kiss. “Never,” I whispered against his mouth.
* * *
The End
Forbidden Bonus Epilogue
FORBIDDEN BONUS EPILOGUE
About a year after
The End
Isabel
It was right about the time that sweat dripped off my temple and hit the ground that I wondered if Aiden and I were incapable of doing the ‘honeymoon’ thing correctly. My arms shook, my abs and quads screaming, but he’d challenged me to hold a low plank for as long as he could do pull-ups, and my competitive ass could not back down from the challenge.
My head lifted so I could watch for signs of him slowing.
Five minutes doesn’t feel long.
Until you were resting all your weight on your forearms and the tips of your toes.
Aiden curled his body up again, sweat glistening over the bunched muscles of his arms, and the low grunt he let out had my eyes closing.
Focus, Isabel, focus.
He did it again, but the groan came from lower, deeper in his chest.
I blew out a slow breath.
“You all right over there?” he asked.
He sounded so fucking smug.
“Just fine,” I said, keeping my voice even.
“Can you last another minute?”
I glanced over, eyebrow raised. “Can you, old man?”
Aiden slicked his tongue over his lower lip, clenched his jaw and slowly pulled himself up toward the bar again. His arms shook too, and I saw exactly how much each movement was costing him. When he slid his chin just over the top, he grunted again.
“Oh yeah, that’s good,” he groaned when he lowered his weight back down.
“You are doing that on purpose, you asshole,” I said evenly.
Aiden laughed. “Doing what?”
I closed my eyes and reminded myself that he would not—under any circumstance—win this bet.
“What am I doing, wife?”
When I answered, I kept my eyes closed and my face smooth and even. “You’re making sex noises.”
“Am I?”
“Oh yeah, that’s good,” I mimicked his deep voice. “You said that last night, and you damn well know it.”
Aiden chuckled, the sound tugging goosebumps along the back of my neck. “Did I?”
It would not benefit me to remind him of what I’d been doing when he made that particular comment, because it involved me sliding down over him, his hands tight in my hair, and a swiveling motion of my hips that he particularly enjoyed.
I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Hanging there doesn’t count, you know.”
He shifted his hands on the bar, holding my gaze while he pulled up again.
That was when I let out a breathy moan.
He blinked.
“Oh, right there,” I said quietly. That’s what I said when he’d finally snapped his hips up because I was moving too slowly to satisfy him. “More.”
Aiden’s throat worked on a swallow. “Iz,” he said, warning in his voice.
“What am I doing, husband?”
The door to the resort gym opened, a gentleman in his late sixties walked in whistling a jaunty tune. He smiled at both of us, oblivious to the borderline pornographic exchange we had going on.
Most couples on a romantic, late honeymoon vacation would be lounging out in the sun, drinking pina coladas and working on their tan lines.
Not me and Aiden. We had two nights and three days, and we could hardly sit still, bored by the pool after we swam laps and challenged each other’s time. We ate, changed for the gym, and we were engaged in the strangest kind of foreplay I’d ever experienced in my life.
“Truce,” he said, voice rough and gravelly and tight with tension.
Thank the Lord because my body was about to give out.
“On three,” I agreed.
“Three, two, one,” we said in tandem.
I dropped to the mat with a groan, and Aiden released his hold on the bar, collapsing onto his back.
“I can’t feel my arms,” he said.
“Neither can I.”
I tilted my head to the side, chest heaving on great gulping breaths, and our gazes locked.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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