Page 119 of Be My Wife

Rest my forehead against hers.

Rock her world.

I love you.

Twenty-Four

Elizabeth

My world is rising and falling like an inflatable balloon. Like a boat drifting on choppy waves.

I moan.

Try to get the bed to stop moving.

The bed responds by holding me tighter.

Wait.

My eyes burst open.

Sunlight burns my irises.

Golden rays.

Rumpled sheets.

A man’s chest.

I gasp.

Brogan’s chest.

The sheets dip low enough to reveal—

I sigh in disappointment.

He’s wearing a pair of tight black boxers.

I peek down at myself.

Cringe.

I’m still naked.

Last night comes rushing back to me.

Brogan over me.

Inside me.

Kissing me.

Heat.

Sweat.

His groans in my ear.