“Yes,” she said, breathing deep. “But…that wasn’t…?”
“Patience, beloved. I was just about to get to the thrusting now.”
“Oh?” She sighed. “I was hoping you would.”
Minx. Delilah. Heaven’s brightest angel.
She was all those things and more. He moved between her thighs, savoring the feeling of her smooth, hot inner legs against his hips.
“Do you think—”
Whatever she might have asked was lost in his first thrust. He didn’t feel the kind of virginal resistance he’d expected, but frequent riders like herself often broke that barrier. Lud,though, she squeezed him tight. Tight enough to send him into wordlessness.
Indescribable.
He’d used the word before. Of course he had vague memories of the act, but with Millie, he felt different, more connected. This was a moment to savor, a moment he’d never forget.
Still sheathed deeply inside of her, he paused to wipe the sheen from her face. “How are you, love?”
“Fine. Just… full.” She giggled. “Of you, apparently.”
Yes, she was.
The pressure around his member was slowly eased as she relaxed.
“Are we finished?”
“Not yet.”
Slowly, he slid out, and then back in. She closed her eyes and smiled a smile that would be forever burned in his brain.
“Auggie,” she breathed. “Oh, Auggie.”
The only thing he could see was his beloved. The only cry he could hear was his name. His mind flooded with joy, with rightness, and then he lost all sense of reason and control. A frisson jerked through him, leaving him quaking somewhere below.
To his surprise, she trembled too. A second little death, perhaps. Or the same sort of shared joy he’d taken in her pleasure.
He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he was blissful. More blissful than he’d ever been. Her lazy closed-eyed smile widened. She looked as if she were blissful, too.
He withdrew, rolled onto his back, and gathered her in his arms.
“Now”—he kissed her wild, matted hair—“it’s over.”
“A shame,” she said on a long, satisfied exhale.
He grinned and shook his head. Not that he would have any trouble swiving, rogering, and grinding Millie every damn chance he got. Why the devil had he waited so long to get himself a wife? He closed his eyes.
Becauseanywife would not have done. He’d been waiting for the magic of Millie.
He wrapped his hand around the fist she’d curled against his chest.
I love you. Why did the words feel so impossible to say?
He didn’t really need to ask, because he knew the answer—if she didn’t say them back, he’d be crushed. He loved their lighthearted exchanges, but he knew she used them to keep him at a distance. She lapsed into humor the same way she’d lapsed into politeness when they’d first met.
“I’m glad.” Her words were slightly muffled by his pectoral muscle.
“Glad of what?”