Chapter Thirty Two

“I told you I’d make it up to you, baby.” Thomas looked up at his wife, enjoying her sensual, heavy-lidded expression as he pressed a lingering kiss to her swollen clit. His long lashes and the mischievous glint in his eyes made her smile. He worked his tongue through her folds, sucking and licking until she thought she would lose her mind. Pleasure didn’t come close to describing what her new husband was doing to her.

Her husband.

She wondered if she’d ever get used to those words. He was her husband. She was his wife.

When her core clenched and shuddered against his mouth, he slowed his movements, drawing out her pleasure.

 “Do you know why I’m not fucking you?” he asked as he trailed his tongue along her inner thighs. He shifted his position until he was lying on his side next to her, drawing lazy circles around her belly button with his finger.

“Because it’s your way of saying it’s all about me,” she said in a sleepy, sated voice.

“Damn straight.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You married me in my father’s office. Under duress,” he said, perhaps a bit sheepishly.

“The sweetest kind,” she said as she arched her back and stretched with her arms above her head. “Are you taking this commitment seriously or is this marriage more of a business arrangement?”

He shifted his weight until they were face to face. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life, Teegan. Circumstances forced us together, yes, but love is what will keep us together. Our connection is real. It wasn’t forced on us. It came fast, sure, but that doesn’t make it any less real. It’s kind of odd because my parents were forced into marriage, too, and I don’t know any two people who are more in love than those two. This is real, babe.

“Don’t let a madman convince you that we don’t belong together. You and I are supposed to be here, together, married, and looking forward to the future. We might have more than our fair share of bullshit to contend with at first, but we’ll get through it in one piece. I would have married you anyway, you know. The question is: would you have married me?”

“Yes.”

“Any doubts?” he asked, the look in his eyes letting her know that he’d understand if she had doubts. He still wouldn’t let her go, though.

“Nope. Not one.”

He moved onto his back and pulled her over with him so her head was on his chest. He closed his eyes and smiled as he savored a stolen moment of peace. A storm was brewing and he hoped they’d be ready for it. In the meantime, his face shone with the radiance of a man who felt truly happy for the first time.

“We need to go and see what we can find out about this guy while my parents talk to Goldie. I’ve got to have their backs.”

“Like I have yours,” she smiled, as she ran her hands through his hair. As crazy as things were right now in her life, they were more real than anything had ever been. She hadn’t been looking for love and yet it had come into her life and found her.

Theirs was the kind of love that took you by surprise and left you holding on for dear life. Theirs was the kind of love that a man would kill or die for without a second thought—and that terrified Teegan.