I spent over a month in Grayson’s wing—our wing—the bed, mostly. A month with our daughter, living happily ever after. I didn’t want this moment to end.
But he slowly opened one eye, first landing on her, then on me.
“Hey,” he whispered, a soft barely-there smile curving his lips.
I smiled. “Hey.”
“How are you doing?” He absently thumbed my nightgown’s lacy shoulder. I was back to my nun nightgowns, as he called them, and he’d bought a never-ending supply so that he could rip them from my body whenever he wanted.
“Are you mad I took Crowne Hall with the coin?”
“Yes.” He stared forward, jaw hard. Then slowly, his gaze traveled down to mine. “Now I have to think of a different wedding present.”
I bit my lip, trying to stifle a smile and failing. I knew technically we were married, but we both wanted to make it official. Still, neither of us had proposed.
Yet.
I was going to propose to Grayson Crowne. Today.
“I think I remember promising you the stars… Will you compromise and take a constellation?”
I giggled and he groaned. “That fucking laugh. I’ll buy you anything in the goddamn universe, so long as you promise to never stop laughing.”
“I promise.”
His eyes lowered, hooded, then Sonnet stirred.
He tore his gaze from me, to her.
“She has your eyes,” Grayson said, running his finger along Sonnet’s nose, letting her grab his finger. “I bet she’ll have your talent.”
In the full month we’d been together, he’d barely taken his eyes off her.
Sonnet scrunched her face in the way I knew meant she was about to cry. I lifted her up to my naked chest to feed her. Grayson watched, lips slightly tilted, blue eyes swirling with an emotion that was hard to decipher.
“What’s that look?”
In answer, he leaned over me, arms caging both me and Sonnet, lips hovering and vibrating against mine as he spoke. “I thought you knew all my looks, little wife.”
His mouth descended, crushing. “It’s what it looks like when Grayson Crowne has everything,” he said, lips brushing mine. “Family, Snitch. I’ve found my fucking family. I dare anyone to try to take it from me again.” His voice lowered into a growl with the threat.
I placed a palm on his cheek, and he turned into it, biting my thumb, teeth grazing the soft flesh of my pad. He sucked my thumb into his mouth, eyes burning. Getting me all worked up with nothing but his teeth and my finger.
A soft, quiet moan slipped from my lips and I reached for him.
He gripped my wrist. “Don’t move. You’ll disturb her.”
A month we’d been living happily ever after, but we hadn’t slept together. We’d done everything but. Grayson refused to let Sonnet out of his sight again, even with Gemma. Not even in a bassinet in the other room with a monitor—and he refused to do anything in front of her.
While Sonnet fed from my left breast, Grayson explored the right side of me. He was unhurried in his touch, exploring every inch of me from the swell above my right breast, to the dip in my abdomen, to my inner thigh—as if he didn’t already know me, know the secret parts of my soul. Silent, as he did so, devouring me with his eyes.
I swallowed a gasp as he slipped his thumb inside me.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
His eyes slid to Sonnet.
“She’s finished. She’s asleep. Fuck me.”