She turned her hand this way and that, catching the light. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Almost as beautiful as you.” The little pink camisole he’d left on her when he’d stripped her of all her other clothes was sexy as all hell. He especially liked how it stopped just above her belly button, showing off the little silver ring. “Nice,” he whispered, tugging on it.
He was going to have to do something, however, about the throw pillow she’d tried oh so covertly to cover her naked lap with. How she could still be shy after the wild makeup sex they’d just had, he couldn’t comprehend.
They’d had their first fight as a newly engaged couple. Two disagreements to be precise. She’d balked at the size of the diamond he’d wanted to put on her finger. His man-self had wanted something so big that no other male could miss seeing she was taken.
Not wanting to spend money she didn’t think he had, she’d picked out a ring that required a magnifying glass to see the stone. Finally, the jeweler had taken him aside and asked his budget, then had taken it from there. The result was an engagement ring closer to what he’d had in mind.
The next balk was on his part. She’d wanted them to pick out matching wedding bands. He didn’t want to give up the ring he’d braided from her hair. To him, it held more meaning than any circle of metal ever could. They’d finally compromised, agreeing he would move the hair ring to his other hand when it came time to put a wedding band on his finger. Still, he felt a little sad about that.
“What’re you thinking?” she asked, her voice drowsy.
He combed his fingers through her hair. “I’m trying to list all the reasons why I love you, but I’m having trouble coming up with any.” That got her attention, and he swallowed a grin when her head jerked up.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s see. You can’t cook, so that’s not one. Tomorrow, you’re bringing that creature you call a pet to live with us. That’s a big strike against you. Can you clean house?”
She turned her head to the right, then the left, surveying the mess they’d made of the living room. “I could try.”
“Hmmm.” He stroked his fingers along the back of a thigh up to her ass. “You need to do better than that. A good little wife keeps her man’s house neat as a pin, has his dinner on the table at precisely six, and always dresses pretty as a picture for him.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Whatever.”
He gave a burst of laughter. “Ah, Chiquita. I don’t need a reason to love you. I just do.”
“Do you mean it?”
The camisole’s strap slipped down her shoulder, catching his attention. His cock took notice of the pert little nipples clearly outlined by the silk. “I mean it. Now come here.”
She grinned and crawled up his body until her face was inches from his. “I love you, Tiger Toes.”
Jake wrapped his arms around his whatever girl and silently vowed she’d never be sorry for loving him. All that mattered was that they were together.
At last.