I felt myself begin to get weak again, so quickly I said, “Me too, Mr. Stone. All this talk about food has gotten me hungry, so let’s get that pizza and get this movie party started.”
He kissed me and my stomach did that flipping thing it always did when his lips touched mine. Even now, as we stood there as a married couple used to each other, he had that effect on me. At least I hoped it was that and not some horrible disease slowly sapping the life from me.
Pulling away, he whispered next to my ear, “Your wish is my command, my lady. I’ll be back in a few. Feel free to begin Bridget Jones before I get back.”
I looked up and saw his smile telling me how much he really didn’t want to sit through one of my chick flicks. That he would and be so cute about it meant a lot to me. “And miss a moment of our movie time together? No way.”
* * *
Tristan’s heavy breathing behind me signaled he was fast asleep, so I pressed Stop on the remote and curled up against his chest. A light sleeper, most nights he really only dozed, but these days he barely did that. Wrapping his arms around me, he squeezed me tightly to him and murmured, “Did I miss Bridget?”
I hugged him and laughed at his joke. “Yes, and that’s not fair if you’re going to wake up just in time for your movies.”
“It’s in my DNA. As soon as the Man of Steel is even mentioned, men naturally wake up. Who am I to fight nature?”
His voice grew less sleepy with every word, and I looked up to see him wide awake. “I’m calling shenanigans on this, Mr. Stone. I should put Bridget in again.”
Kissing me on the forehead, he whispered, “Bridge is tired. You know how much that girl drinks. Let her sleep it off. We’ve got better things to do than hang out with her.”
“Like spending the next two hours with Superman?”
Tristan got that look on his face that he wore when he had sexier thoughts in mind. Pushing his hips off the couch, he slid his hands down my back to cup my ass. “I think we can leave Superman for another time. Right now, I think we should go back to acting like we’re still on our honeymoon.”
“Mmmm…I like that. Got anything specific in mind?”
He kissed me, lightly snaking his tongue into my mouth and making me want him right there in the media room. Unbuttoning the remaining buttons on his dress shirt, I slid my hand over his muscular torso, loving the feel of the taut muscles under my fingers. His body never failed to thrill me.
“I had planned on taking you in my arms to the bedroom, but on second thought, right here will do just fine,” he said on a groan as he worked to slide my T-shirt over my head. “Your clothes seem to be working against me tonight, though.”
I sat up and wriggled out of my shirt and skirt, leaving me in my bra and panties. “I wonder if Superman needs help to get his wife’s clothes off,” I joked.
Tristan rolled his eyes as he pulled me back on top of him. “Only if Lois Lane is wearing Kryptonite underwear. But she wouldn’t look as incredible as you do right now.”
Straddling his hips, I sat up and unhooked my bra as he lightly teased his fingers along the waistband of my panties. “Even if she didn’t match like me?”
He licked his lips and stared at the path his fingers traced over the crease of my leg. “I wouldn’t care if you wore a burlap sack. You’d still be the most incredible woman on Earth.” Looking up, he winked. “Luckily, you’re mine. Superman’s going to have to find his own woman.”
Pulling me down to lay on top of him, he hooked his thumbs on the sides of my panties and jerked them off my body. “Hey! I like those panties. They weren’t built to withstand the caveman thing.”
With a grunt, he slid out of his pants and boxer briefs. “I’ll get you a new pair. Now stop talking and let me show you what I was thinking about during my afternoon meeting.”
He captured my mouth with his and kissed me hard, as if he’d missed the feel of my lips for weeks. Already rock hard, it only took a slight tilting of his hips and he was pushing into me. My body craved his, craved the feel of him inside me touching parts of me that only he knew how to excite. An expert at knowing exactly how to make my body sing, he stroked into me slowly, like the sensation of each inch of his cock entering me was something to be relished and appreciated, even now after we’d known each other as intimately as any two people could for over a year.
My fingers pressed into the back of his neck as I clung to him, loving the feel of our bodies joining as much as I had the first time we made love. Whatever exhaustion I’d felt just hours before was gone, replaced by a renewed need for that wonderful feeling being with him created in me.
Tristan cradled my face and grimaced sweetly as he stopped, filling me completely. “God, Nina, I wasn’t sure we’d ever find our way to this place we’re at now.”
His eyes were so full of emotion I wondered if there was something wrong, something bad he had to tell me. I waited, my body clinging to his as he stared up at me, each second ticking by making me sure there was something wrong. “Tristan, is everything okay?”
With a smile that made every worry I had fade away, he said, “Everything’s perfect.”
He said nothing more as we continued to make love, and as he took my body to that place only he could, I closed my eyes and thanked God for my husband. As he came, he held me tightly and kissed me, whispering how much he loved me.
“Promise me we’ll never turn into people who forget why they got married,” I asked, loving moments like this. “I never want this to end.”
“I promise,” he whispered into my hair. “No matter what, we’ll be the people we are right now.
His heartbeat slowly returned to its normal rhythm as I rested my head on his chest, his strong arms wrapped around me, protecting me as his promise eased my soul. No matter what, I hoped we’d always be the people we were at that moment.
Hours later, as he slept quietly next to me in bed, I sat awake, exhausted yet unable to sleep because of the fears that had settled into my mind. Something was wrong with me. I knew it. I needed to see a doctor and face whatever this was.
Tristan left for work early, and I pushed away my fear to call for a doctor’s appointment. As if fate knew I’d be on edge until I find out what was making me sick, I was lucky enough to get one that afternoon. Hopefully, I’d find out all my fears were for nothing.
Hopefully.
Chapter Two