me during the wedding ceremony, letting me know that she had enjoyed it as much as me. She may not have wanted a marriage bed, but I was satisfied for now, knowing she was at least attracted to the thought of being with me.
My gaze shifted, perusing her body, noticing her quick breaths, but she hadn’t backed away. Leaning in, I placed my mouth a whisper away from hers before I turned so that my lips brushed the edge of her earlobe, making her dangling earrings swing.
“Not only am I going to be the first man you share a bed with, trust me, love, you are going to want to keep me in that bed with you, especially if I get to touch you the way I want to.”
Her lovely lips fell apart, and her big eyes couldn’t hide the surprise my words had put there. I left her standing there to gather clothes from my dresser, sensing her eyes on me completing the task.
I’d had the room remodeled so that she would have her own walk-in closet. Faint traces of paint wafted up my nose, reminding me of how recently I’d had the renovations done. The bathroom and bed, we would have to learn to share.
Why did I keep calling her ‘love,’ like I was a local from Britain or something? For some odd reason, I enjoyed the flashes of interest and curiosity that sparked in her eyes each time I addressed her with the term of endearment. The idea that I could spark her interest with a word intrigued me and had me eager to know what else I could do to interest her.
Mecca
Since my feet were rooted to the floor, they kept me in place long after Arjen had gathered his clothes and went into our bathroom. Apparently, I was about to share a bed with a man for the first time in my life.
A deep eye-closing inhale followed a slow release before I went in search of my clothes. When he had stood close enough for his scent and body heat to wrap around me, my clothing started to constrict like a boa, messing with my air supply and forcing my heart to pump harder. What was up with me and my bodies reaction to our closeness?
It was something I would have to figure out later. For now, I needed to figure out how to get settled in this new place. My efficient husband had sent a truck to pick up my belongings a week ago.
When movers had arrived at my condo, I attempted to run them off, but they were more afraid of Arjen than they were of my smart mouth. They ended up waiting around for hours until I packed a few suitcases and pointed out a few items I wouldn’t mind taking along with me.
Seeing my things displayed through our huge apartment-sized bedroom was a bit strange, but this was what I had signed up for. However, him wanting shared accommodations was a surprise. Desiree told me she’d had her own room.
Whining ass bitch was a phrase I often used when cursing out my men, but they weren’t words I wanted associated with me. Therefore, I would rely on pride and determination to see this marriage thing through.
Since my name was above the doorway in fancy gold-plated letters, there was no mistaking I was about to walk into my closet. Automatic lights popped on when I stepped into the space. The sight of it stocked with the clothes and shoes I had sent wasn’t what blew me away. There was also a boutique of clothing items stored in the space, and at closer inspection were the right sizes.
Had Arjen done all of this? There was even a section stocked with expensive lingerie in styles that I wouldn’t mind trying. What was all this?
“Husband got style. I’ll give him that,” I mouthed to myself. How the hell did he know what I liked? How did he know my size?
I wasn’t one of those women obsessed with losing weight. Tits, ass, and hips. I had curves but worked my ass off to stay fit. Staying fit in my line of work could mean the difference in outrunning death or being caught by him, fighting him, or having your soul snatched.
I spent a considerable amount of time gawking and drooling over my closet space before I stepped out and was stopped in my tracks by my half-naked husband. He was in nothing but low-hanging basketball shorts