Page 152 of Save Your Breath

“You’re right,” I said, pressing up on my toes to kiss him. “We should send him flowers.”

A kiss.

“And chocolates.”

Another kiss.

“Gift cards.”

A deeper kiss now, each of us moaning.

“Maybe an edible arrangement.”

“I’ve heard you can send a bag of dicks to people. Gummy dicks,” I clarified, grin growing wicked against my husband’s lips. “Seems more his style than an edible arrangement.”

“Hmm… I can think of an edible arrangement I’d very much like to sample right now,” Aleks said, hands sliding down to grip my backside and pull me against him.

I laughed. “That was not your best.”

“What can I say? You render me stupid,” he said. But then, the teasing was gone, his kisses deeper, more urgent, the snow falling harder as if it sensed the shift in energy, too. “Here, let me make it up to you.”

His lips claimed mine, the snow swirling around us as the world disappeared. We were on the dark side of the house, theone with very little windows, no viewing access for our guests inside. And I didn’t mind the bite of the cold as Aleks pressed me into the old, worn brick. I didn’t feel cold at all when he bunched the fabric of my dress, pulling it up, up, up, until he had access to my lace panties beneath.

He groaned when he felt me through the lace, fingers skating a teasing dance from my clit to my entrance and back again. I hiked my leg around his hip, begging for more, and he answered with a finger slipped beneath the fabric and pressed deep inside me.

“Mine,” he said, voice low and gravelly in my ear as he curled that finger. “All fucking mine.”

I bucked against his hand in answer, fingers deftly shoving his coat out of the way so I could work on his belt, his pants. When I had them unzipped, I shoved them down just past his ass, and Aleks didn’t seem to mind the cold either as he pulled me into his arms and ripped at the dainty lace fabric of my panties until they shredded.

“Aleks,” I said on a laugh of disbelief.

He didn’t apologize, just shoved the ruined panties into his coat pocket and put his hands on me again. He held my ass as he lifted me, my legs wrapping around him, and then I was pressed into the wall, spread open, and claimed.

Aleks took one hand off me only long enough to line himself up, and then he flexed in, slowly, inch by inch, our foreheads together and breaths puffing out in hot white steam between us. It was still so quiet, the snow snuffing out every noise. All I heard was his low groans and pants as he worked himself inside me, my heart thumping loud in my ears.

My orgasm built lightning fast. He was my husband now, and something about that, combined with the fact that we could get caught at any moment, had my body bubbling like a hot spring.

“Mine,” he ground out, his voice strained against the shell of my ear as he thrust deep.

“Yours.”

Another thrust.

“Forever.”

“Always,” I echoed, and Aleks picked up his pace, pressing more into me so he could balance my weight as his hand slid between us. He circled my clit, kissing me hard enough to draw blood, and I came with a whimper against that possessive mouth of his.

I was still moaning and shaking when he caught his own release, and the feel of him emptying inside me egged my own climax on, lengthening it until I thought I’d pass out from the vibrations. I was on birth control. I didn’t want babies right now. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t hot when he spilled inside me like that, that I didn’t think about how mad with desire we’d both be when the time came for this man to put a baby in me.

For now, I was perfectly content being a lovesick newlywed fucking in a dark corner as the snow fell down around us.

And I liked his plan — traveling the world together, him flying to see my shows and me flying to watch his games.

One day, we’d settle down.

But right now?

We were just taking off.