Epilogue
“What are you doing creeping in here?”
“Like a ninja,” I added. “Creeping in here like a total ninja. That’s what you meant to say, right?”
Pete laughed. Light dazzled my eyes, my man strolling toward me with a smile on his face. “What are you doing creeping in here like a totally pregnant ninja with a key to the front door?”
“Don’t diminish my accomplishment,” I huffed. “And we ninjas are always well prepared.”
“Sorry,” he said, hands sliding around my waist. “Decided against the not-seeing-each-other-the-night-before thing, huh?”
I shrugged. “I got bored and then I got nervous, so then I just decided I may as well come home.”
Despite Shanti’s protests, we’d organized our wedding on the fly. Only a little over a month after he’d proposed, we were going to tie the knot. Shanti had been keen on organizing a marital extravaganza, possibly after the baby was born. But Pete and I just wanted a simple ceremony on the beach. I wanted to take things easy and just enjoy where we were at.
“Good idea,” he said. “I missed you.”
“You did, huh?”
Instead of answering, he showed me, kissing me sweet and soft. Seducing me with his lips. Of course, as nice as it was, it wasn’t remotely enough. Nothing was ever enough when it came to him. Next his tongue was in my mouth and oh God . . . the taste of him. I fisted my fingers in his sleep shirt while his hands slid into my hair, holding me fast. Before I knew it, he had me cornered, backed against the front door. Not that I was trying to escape. Hell no. I was actively trying to climb him like a tree, wanting to wrap my legs around him and never let go. He grabbed hold of my ass, lifting me into position.
“Bedroom?” he asked, breathing heavy. Every bit as excited as I was.
“Here. Against the door.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Hurry.”
He clucked his tongue. “Always in such a rush . . . We have to go easy—precious cargo.”
“Neville’s fast asleep.” I moaned. “We’re good to go. Last chance ever for sex outside of wedlock. And besides, there’s every chance the entirety of tomorrow night will be taken up with you patiently extricating a thousand bobby pins from my hair while I sit there exhausted. I recommend you get some while the getting’s good.”
He just laughed some more. God, I loved that sound.
Very soon the baby belly would be too big for this position. Best to make the most of it while we still could. And I was situated in the perfect place so his hardness rubbed against me. Our mouths fused together the whole while, he shoved his pants down, getting his dick in hand. There was no time or need to take off my baggy sleeping shorts. He pushed the fabric aside, lined himself up with my core, and plunged his cock in deep.
“Pete,” I whispered, holding onto him for all I was worth.
Face buried in my neck, he fucked me slow and easy. The rolling motion of his pelvis, burying his hard length inside me—it was perfect. The way his body cradled mine, holding me against the door, made for a maddeningly delicious climb to orgasm. My clit pounded with my own heartbeat, all of my insides awakening and aching with need. When he rubbed his pelvis against mine, I swear my blood turned to lava, hotter than the sun. Gradually he gathered speed, increasing his momentum. The door started rattling with each thrust, grunts sounding deep in his throat. We were like soon-to-be-married animals in some sort of mating frenzy rutting on each other. My fingernails dug into his neck and back, urging him on as he pounded into me. Sensation built and built, my lungs burning and heart thrashing.
Everything in me centered on him, on what he did to me. Nothing else mattered.
When it came, it tore through me, sending my mind floating free. My body was a useless, trembling thing. Pete shouted, hips shoving his cock deeper and deeper until he finally slowed. My floaty mind was free.
Carefully, he set me back on my feet, pushing my mussed hair out of my face. His chest rose and fell furiously as he tried to regain his breath. “You okay, beautiful?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Coming over here and using me for sex the night before our wedding.” He tutted. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
And I totes would have been, had I not been busy yawning.
“Come on. Bedtime for you, my blushing bride.”
He picked me up, carrying me into the bedroom in full romance mode. Our bedroom. My clothes hung in half the armoire; my makeup cluttered up part of the bathroom. And Pete didn’t mind at all. He’d moved his office to the other end of the house so the room closest to ours could be turned into a nursery. Everything was as it should be. Because this was where we were at our best, together.
“I love you,” he whispered, placing me in the middle of the bed before climbing on after me.
“I love you too.”
“Thank goodness for that,” he said. “Could have been awkward otherwise.”
I snorted.
“Want to get married tomorrow?” he asked, a smile in his voice.
“Hmm, why not?” I grinned, overflowing with happiness, overwhelmed with that feeling you have when everything in the universe seems to be exactly how it should be. That feeling was as rare as it was beautiful.
“Alright then,” he said. “Sounds like a plan.”