Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
When her hand reappears again, she’s holding the ring I slipped on her finger in the air. “I do.”
I smile at those two words before I go to my pants to get my ring. Once it’s in my hand, I face her. “I do, too.”
Her eyes never leave mine as she slips the ring back on her finger. “Maybe we can wear them today?”
I slide my ring back on. “I’m in.”
“We’re married, Daniel.” Her voice breaks. “I married you.”
I go to her because I know she needs that. I circle my arms around her and tug her against my chest. “I married you too, Gina.”
She leans back just far enough that she can look into my face. “Will you take me back to bed for a few hours before we go home?”
I answer with a kiss to her mouth. It’s slow and tender. I hope it chases away any doubt she has about what my next move will be.
“You’re going to fuck me hard, aren’t you?”
I chuckle into the skin of her neck. “So hard, Mrs. Lawton.”
Her hand trails down my stomach toward my boxer briefs. “This may be the best Sunday of my life.”
It sure as hell is the best Sunday of mine. Hell, it’s nearing the top of my list for the best day of my life; right behind the day she married me.
“The rings come off when we leave here,” she whispers.
“Rings off when we leave,” I agree. “For now, it’s clothes off. Get naked.”
With deft hands, she undoes the buttons of my shirt and drops it on the floor, revealing her nude body.
I take her in. Every inch of her creamy skin is exquisite, but when my gaze reaches her left hand, I have to swallow hard because of the sudden lump in my throat.
Emotions clash inside of me.
This is my wife. I don’t know how long she’ll want to stay married to me, but I’m going to savor every second of it, beginning right now.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Gina
“Dammit,” I say under my breath as my phone screen lights up with what has to be hundreds, if not thousands, of notifications.
Daniel steals a glance at me before he levels his gaze on the road ahead. “What’s wrong?”
I sigh deeply. “I turned off my notifications yesterday.”
“You did?” He looks at me again. “For real?”
I laugh at the phrase that I always used to say when I was a teenager. Whenever Dominick had good news to share, that was my first response. For real became the catchphrase that my brother would toss out at me at the most inopportune times. For a few months, it was endearing, and then when my sixteenth birthday was approaching, it faded away.
“For real,” I repeat, with a smile even though he can’t see it.
The highway is busy today. It seems we’re not the only ones heading back into the city to get ready for the week ahead.
It’s mid-afternoon now. After we spent a few more hours in bed exchanging mind-blowing orgasms, Daniel ordered brunch. After one last walk hand-in-hand to the dock to watch the sailboats go by, we got in the car to head back home.
Daniel made sure to call Kelly before we left the condo’s parking lot to tell her that he was prepared to put in a full bid offer with a quick closing. She agreed without question and even suggested he hold onto the keycard since she promised no one would step foot in the condo again besides the cleaning crew, who will do their weekly run through the place tomorrow.
“How often do you turn off notifications?”
I glance at him again, but this time, he’s looking at me. “Including this time?”
He nods. “Yes. Including this time.”
The index finger on my left hand darts in the air. “Once.”
Daniel huffs out a laugh. “I am special, aren’t I?”
I heard him, but I’m so focused on my hand that I don’t respond.
“Are you speechless again?” He pokes my thigh with his finger. “I love that I can do that to you.”
“My wedding ring,” I whisper. “I’m still wearing it.”
His gaze darts to where my hand is now resting in my lap before it shifts to his hand. “I am, too.”
“We should take them off now.” I touch the back of mine with my right thumb. “We can’t wear them at home.”
I feel Daniel’s gaze on me as I slide my ring off and tuck it back into the inner compartment of my purse. I carefully zip it shut.
He tugs his off and leans back on the seat as he steers the car. He struggles to get it into the front pocket of his pants, but he does.
When he looks through the windshield again, I do the same.
As the miles pass, the sound of the traffic around us is the only thing punctuating the silence until the unmistakable skyline of Manhattan begins to come into view, and I exchange a look with my husband that says it all.