neither James nor Mandy had been feeling particularly amorous.
This morning was a different story.
James ran his hand up Mandy’s back, tracing his fingers over the space between her neck and shoulders lightly. Mornings were his favorite part of the day, especially when she was still slumbering. As much as he loved nights – and the passion they usually graced him with – there was nothing better than watching a beautiful woman sleep.
When she was unconscious, dead to the world, Mandy’s face was placid. There were no worry lines creasing her forehead, no clouds storming her eyes. She was unguarded, relaxed, and happy to be nestled into his warmth. It was the only time she fully surrendered and let him protect her.
When she first woke up, her eyes were never focused, and her brain was muddled. She was susceptible to suggestion in those first few minutes. After that? You had to give her space. James reveled in everything Mandy had to offer, even morning grouchiness.
Now he was debating.
It was their honeymoon, and the idea of finishing what they’d started the night before seemed like a nice option. Funnily enough, the idea of just snuggling seemed just as stimulating.
“What are you thinking?”
Mandy’s voice was thick. Her eyes were still closed, but she shifted against James to signify she was awake.
“I’m thinking you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” James admitted.
“That’s not what you were thinking.”
“It is.”
“You were trying to decide if you wanted to wake me up for sex or not,” Mandy countered. “My purported beauty might have been a factor – although I’m sure my hair dissuaded you from that – but I know what you were thinking.”
James chortled, reaching down and squeezing his wife’s rear – just because he could. “You know me.”
Mandy wrenched her eyes open, the blue expanses unreadable, and yet still breathtaking. “I know you.”
“Do you love me?”
“Is this a trick question?”
“No.”
Mandy’s voice softened. “I love you. Do you love me?”
“No man has ever loved anyone as much as I love you.”
“No one?”
James shook his head. “No one.”
Mandy rubbed her hand up and down James’ bare chest, her face contemplative. “The honeymoon is almost over.”
James kissed her forehead, pulling her tighter. “Oh, baby, the honeymoon is never going to be over. Just because we go home, that doesn’t mean we’re done with the honeymoon.”
“It will be different,” Mandy said. “Everyone will be together again.”
“You mean you and Ally will be joined at the hip again,” James corrected.
“That’s going to be uncomfortable since you and I are joined at the groin.”
James snorted. “I’m your husband. I’m the priority.”
“Still, returning to work seems like such a … disappointment.”
“I can’t disagree with that,” James said. “The real world beckons.”
“I hate the real world.”
“I could try to buy this house,” James said. “We could stay here forever.”
Mandy considered the offer. “You couldn’t last that long without your brothers.”
“You mean you couldn’t last that long without my sister,” James corrected. “Maybe we could move them all down here.”
“Or, we could just go home.”
“Our new home,” James agreed.
“Our new home,” Mandy said, sighing as she rubbed her face against his chest. “We have a home.”
“We do,” James agreed. “We have a home with a hot tub that is begging for us to christen it.”
“We have a bedroom that’s begging for us to christen it.”
“And a kitchen,” James said, smiling.
“And a dining room.”
“And a living room.”
“And two guest rooms,” Mandy said.
“And two offices.”
“And a pool.”
“Now I’m looking forward to going home,” James said.
“Hey, we still have two days.”
“And what do you want to do with today?”
“I’m going to start with doing you,” Mandy said, rolling on top