Rising (Anderson Special Ops #2) - Melody Anne Page 0,29
she looked at him. “I wasn’t finished.”
“I want to strip you down, throw you on that bed, and show you exactly how turned on I am,” he said as he took another step away. “But I fear your mother, and she said if we were late again she was going to cut off parts of my body — parts that I truly enjoy working with.” He kept moving farther away as Avery gave him a seductive glance.
“I think I can change your mind. My mom isn’t that scary,” she told him as she took a step closer.
He made it to the bathroom door and gripped it so hard she was surprised it didn’t splinter. “I’m running now because I know it won’t take much to risk your mother’s wrath. I can’t get enough of you.”
She took another step closer and he moved all the way into the bathroom. “You’ll be the death of me, woman,” he said before shutting . . . and locking . . . the door. She laughed hard on the other side when she heard him groan.
“Chicken,” she called through the door. In all reality, she was thrilled that Carl not only respected her mother, but loved her as well. There wasn’t a day that went by she wasn’t elated to become this man’s wife.
Unable to trust herself to not pick the lock and join him, she left their room and went downstairs. If he wanted to be on time, then she wanted to give him that. She couldn’t believe how many times they made love, and it still felt like the first each time she was in his arms. She’d worried the hunger would diminish, but it hadn’t in all the time they’d been together. She wanted him, and she had no doubt he wanted her just as much. Their relationship was filled with romance, passion, and true love. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have met him.
It didn’t take long for Carl to join her downstairs. He came up behind her in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her, his fingers moving just below her breasts. “I can’t wait for us to get back home,” he growled in her ear before his tongue traced the edges, sending a shiver down her spine.
“We should’ve eloped and gone straight to the honeymoon,” she whined, her body on fire.
“I agree, but I think you’d later regret it, and I know your mother would,” he said. “Let’s get out of here before I change my mind and drag you back upstairs.”
She turned, quickly kissed him on the cheek, then moved to grab her sweater and purse. He was right, if they didn’t get out of there, they wouldn’t go anywhere. And she did hate to disappoint her mother. The wedding was really for her mom, who had one child and wanted a spectacular wedding. Avery hadn’t been into the whole romance thing until she’d met Carl.
As soon as they were in the SUV one of Avery’s favorite songs came on the radio, and she turned it up, singing along with Johnny and June, deciding it described how she was feeling about this man of hers.
“I’m so glad I’m marrying you,” she told him when he reached over and took her hand.
“I don’t know how I managed to talk you into it, but I’m damn glad too,” he replied, lifting her hand and kissing it.
It didn’t take long to arrive at the small private airport where they’d decided to get married. Sherman Armstrong owned the place, and through him and his great friend, Joseph Anderson, they’d been led to the place. Sherman and Avery’s mother, Bobbi, had met in their small town and really hit it off. Much to Avery’s shock and delight, sparks had seemed to be flying between Sherman and her mother ever since.
When Avery had tried talking to her mother about it, she’d blushed, something Avery never saw her mother do, and then had brushed away the words as if they were nonsense. Avery didn’t want to push her mom, afraid she’d retreat, so she’d dropped the subject. But the main reason Avery had chosen to get married at the hangar was so her mother would have a legitimate excuse to be around Sherman. Her mother had been alone for too long, and with the loss of her uncle, Avery wanted more than ever for her mom to have a companion — and Avery really liked Sherman.