“Hmmm, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get my fill of your sexy ass in ten days, baby,” I growled in her ear. I was mentally talking myself out of dragging her into the bathroom and joining the mile-high club.
She chuckled and patted the obvious bulge in my slacks. “Patience, Dec.” I glared at her but couldn’t help falling victim to her charms when she smiled and lightly brushed her lips over mine.
“Ahem.” We looked up to see a first class flight attendant waiting for our attention, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth. “Newlyweds?” she asked slyly.
Juliette giggled and I cuddled her closer. “Anniversary,” I answered.
“Ah, congratulations! Would you like some champagne?”
Juliette opened her mouth but I cut her off. “No, thank you. I’ll have water and my wife will have apple juice.” Then thinking about Juliette’s last two pregnancies, I added, “With a little Sprite.” The woman was clearly surprised, but she simply nodded and moved onto the next row.
Juliette frowned at me. “I wanted so—” She broke off when the plane hit an air pocket and her face practically turned green. She threw off her seat belt and tore down the aisle to the bathroom. I followed quickly behind, ready to take care of my woman. She was all too grateful for the Sprite later on and the rest of the flight was relatively uneventful.
Eleven hours later, we were finally pulling up to our hotel. I unloaded our bags from the rental car and set them inside the bungalow, then returned to carry my wife over the threshold. She laughed but allowed me the silly gesture, her cheeks turning pink with that blush I still loved to see.
I kicked the door shut and flipped the lock, then walked over and set her down. She traipsed over to the bathroom to freshen up while I unpacked a few things. When she stepped back into the room, I pressed a button on my phone and grabbed her hand, tugging her into my arms. “Dance with me, baby,” I crooned and began to sway to the beat.
We slowly moved around the room until I danced her over to the bed and laid her down. I was out of patience. Making quick work of our clothes, I sighed in relief when our naked bodies were pressed together.
“In a hurry there, Dec?” she asked on a laugh.
“Baby,” I sighed. “Henry has been sick and you and I have been working extra hours to get everything done so we could take off. We haven’t had more than a quick fuck in almost three weeks. I can’t help it if I’m desperate to feel you against me, I want to savor it. In fact,” I mused, “I think I’ll keep you naked for the next ten days.”
Juliette chuckled and wrapped her arms around me tightly. “Deal,” she whispered in my ear.
“I hope you don’t think I’m joking, Mrs. McGowan,” I replied archly. I so wasn’t.
“Declan, shut up and make love to me.”
I grinned salaciously. “But, you like it when I talk.” I sucked the lobe of her ear into my mouth and bit it gently. Then whispered, “It drives you wild when I say filthy things while I fuck the hell out of you.”
She moaned and squirmed restlessly.
I started to kiss my way down her body. “Let’s see how many times I can remind this sweet pussy who owns it over the next ten days.”
Much . . . much later, I gathered Juliette up so her back was pressed up against my front. I lay a hand over her belly and grinned, nuzzling my nose in her soft hair.
She sighed. “You knocked me up again, didn’t you?”
I laughed and hugged her closer. “You bet your ass I did. My boys know how to get the job done.”
She poked me in the ribs with her elbow but the side of her face scrunched, letting me know she was smiling. Her hand joined mine over her belly and she sighed again.
I’d never admit it to Nancy, but I would be forever grateful I let her guilt me into attending the ballet all those years ago. I had no idea what I’d done to deserve such a fucking perfect life and I knew it would only get better from there.