She was; there was something about the way he touched her that just made her crazy with arousal, as if her body would never stop humming—and now they were going to have incredible sex for the rest of their lives. It seemed like a dream. He carefully lifted her up and then shifted his weight. She felt the press of his cock against the entrance to her core for a split second before he kissed her again, and then she eased her weight down, working him into her body.

And good lord, it was delicious. Whimpering, clinging to Hank, she forgot all about awkwardness as he locked an arm around her waist and began to slowly work his hips.

“Oh—wait,” Becca gasped, remembering something important. “Hank, wait, you can’t be inside me bare.”

He thrust deep, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head with how good it felt. “You want me to get out now? When you feel so damned good?”

“Not . . . on . . . pill,” she managed between thrusts. He really did feel amazing, and it was hard to concentrate. “I stopped taking it when we broke up.”

“Good,” he said, and buried his face against her neck as he pulled her closer. “Hope you want lots of babies, because I plan on taking my wife every night for the rest of our lives.”

She moaned. “I want that. I want that so much.”

He began to rock into her harder, and Becca used her own hips to work him deep. She lifted up and sank back down, trying to find a rhythm, but he was so distracting and delicious that she kept losing control. Eventually Hank gripped her waist and then rolled them over until she was under him on the bed, and then he began to take her with deep, hard strokes that made her feel as if he was claiming all of her. It didn’t take long for her to come—the change in angles made that deep belly orgasm build almost instantly. She clung to him as the pleasure wracked her body, gasping out his name, and a few moments later, when he came, she held him as he shuddered over her.

Hank’s big body collapsed on top of hers, and then Becca shivered at how good it felt to be pinned underneath him. Her husband had the most wonderfully huge body, and it felt so good over her. She was a little sad when he eased off her and then washed them both with a damp towel. Then he pulled her close against him and tucked her under his chin.

“Mrs. Watson,” he murmured.

The name made her so damned happy.

He rubbed her naked back absently, his big hand curving up and down her side and then cupping her butt. “So when do you want to have the big church wedding?”

She looked up at him, surprised. “You want to do that?”