“I really like the sound of that.” Her warm breath on my shoulder sends a chill down my spine.

“Good.” I press a kiss to the tip of her salty nose. “I’ll be back before the sun rises on Friday.”

“You already booked a flight back?” she asks, incredulous.

She has no freaking clue how crazy I am for her, but she will. I’ll make it my mission to show her every day. “Last night,” I admit, “after you started snoring the walls in.”

She gives me the death stare. “A simple yes would have sufficed.”

“Now what fun is that?” I ask, smoothing her hair back and resting my chin on the top of her head “Hey,” I rasp.

“Yeah?” Her arms tighten around my back.

“You have some homework this week.”

She jerks back to glower at me. “You’re not gonna be one of those husbands, are you?” she asks widening her eyes on the word “those.”

“What kind of husband would you be referring to?” I ask, slipping out of her hold and over to my dresser for a change of clothes.

“Bossy. Dominant.” She nibbles the side of her lip. “On second thought…”

I snort. “You wanna be ordered around, Jailbait?”

She shrugs. “Maybe just in bed.”

“Fuck,” I groan, snatching a pair of boxers from the top drawer.

“What?”

“You got me excited,” I say, turning so she can see the effect of her words.

Sammi jolts. “Lyle,” she rasps, her eyes unmoving as she openly gawks at my crotch. “You’re fucking huge.”

“Told ya,” I taunt, hinting at the time I said she wouldn’t be able to handle what I was packing when she shamelessly begged me to take her cherry beneath that boat dock.

“What’s stopping you now?” she asks, not missing a beat as she slinks across the room and backs me against the wall. “Make love to me, husband.”

Unable to maintain my composure while looking her in the eye, my gaze drops to the creamy expanse of her neck, which is no better. My throat goes instantly dry and scratchy. “Friday,” I say, barely able to hold myself back from tossing her on that bed.

“Right now,” she counters, reaching between us to palm my rigid length. “Please?”

“Ahhh, Li’l Bit,” I moan, nearly coming undone at the feel of her warm fingers wrapped around me. “Give me this, please.”

“I’m trying,” she teases with a giggle.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.” My breath comes out in shallow pants as I slowly and involuntarily start thrusting into her hand. My blood turns to molten lava, and I’m hot everywhere.

“Let me take care of you before you go.”

“Friday,” I grunt, “after we make this marriage official.”

“Since when do you care about being married before sex?”