That tightness took hold of my gut and instantly, without me telling it to do so, my hand transferred the folder, envelope and my clutch to press them between my arm and my body, freeing my hand so I could take hold of his. I shoved my fingers between his, lacing them together and I edged closer to him.
His chin tipped down even as he carried on walking and his fabulous, arched eyebrows went up half a centimeter.
“Bag of bones,” I whispered, pressing into the side of his body even as we moved.
“Come again?”
“Bag of bones dude. Your shadow.”
His fingers tightened in mine and he stopped us in front of the elevator, leaning forward and hitting the button but not looking around.
He came back and I got even closer.
He stared at the elevator doors but muttered, “You tagged him.”
“You didn’t?” I muttered back.
“Yeah. Just surprised you did.”
“He’s hard to miss.”
“Part-idiot,” he mumbled.
“Hmm,” I mumbled back.
You’ll be my wife, you’ll act like my wife and you’ll do it until this is done.
That’s what he’d said.
That was the deal.
That was what I needed to do to get clean and free.
And that was why I curled into him, letting his hand go but moving mine to his chest and sliding it up, up, up until it curved around the side of his neck.
That neck bent and his eyes hit mine.
I went up on tiptoes but needed more inches so he was going to have to help.
“We just got married,” I whispered.
He stared into my eyes but said not a word.
“I’m carrying a wedding bouquet.”
More staring and more silence.
“Ty, he’s watching.”
He continued to stare into my eyes, silent but his hand hit my waist, gliding around in a touch so light, if it didn’t trail a burn I could have convinced myself it wasn’t there. Then he pressed me into him and bent his neck giving me the inches I needed.
Then his mouth was on mine.
And when it was, I flashed back to our wedding kiss. Something, after it was done, I promised myself I would bury. Something, with this flashback, I knew I never would.
Our wedding kiss wasn’t chaste. It wasn’t removed. It wasn’t void of emotion.
It was an arms crushing me to his body, heads slanting, mouths opened, tongues invading, toes curling, knees weakening, bones dissolving, deep, wet, hungry, carnal kiss. It seemed to last forever but that forever was not near long enough.