“Fuck, baby. Yeah, that feels good.”

His moans and words encouraged her to go on. His legs were shaking, his hands tangling in her long hair as she took him to the back of her throat and back out before moving her hand up the length of him, swirling her thumb along the tip. Repeating the motion over and over again, she felt him throbbing and knew he was almost there. When his fingers dipped inside her, she paused, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in pleasure but then remembered she had a job to do. Taking him to the back of her throat once more, she moved her hand to cup his balls, and that did it. He thrust in her mouth, his come shooting to the back of her throat as his hands gripped her hair, stinging her scalp. Sucking him completely clean, she kissed the tip before falling back on her haunches, a sneaky little grin on her face.

“I was supposed to make you come,” he pointed out once he could breathe.

She shot him a grin as she fell back onto the bed, spreading her legs for him. She moved her hands between her legs, dragging a finger through her wetness before holding it out to him.

“You still have time to do just that.”

His eyes were predatorily sexy as he took her hand in his and sucked her finger like it was covered in the most delectable chocolate. Kissing her palm, he kissed down her arm to her elbow before kissing the spot below her armpit, then down to her ribs, her hips, and between her legs. Kissing along her thighs, he moved his tongue across her mound before sucking her clit into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching up as she fisted the bedsheets in her hands.

“Oh my God,” she cried as he flicked his tongue quickly along her taut nub.

Pressing his hands to the backs of her knees, he pushed them back, opening her wider for him as he devoured her like it was the last pussy he’d ever eat. She hoped and prayed it was. She wanted to be the last taste on his lips, the last woman he’d ever touch, and she had no doubt that her hopes would be a reality. He loved her. Only her. Karson was the only man she truly believed would love her till his dying day, and she knew she would love him just the same.

Moving his fingers inside her, he began to fuck her slowly as he continued the unbelievable and life-altering assault to her clit with his talented tongue. Her body seized up, her eyes closing tightly as her toes flexed and she shattered beneath him, his name falling from her lips in almost a whisper.

“Fuck, Lacey, you are amazing,” he murmured against her throbbing pussy.

Reaching for him, she pulled him onto her and kissed him hard, her fingers biting into his shoulders as she shook with aftershocks from her orgasm. She welcomed his weight, almost craved it as she kissed the side of his mouth and his swollen lips. Leaning on one hand, he looked down at her, cupping her breast as his eyes met hers. She felt so loved, so special under his gaze that tears stung her eyes. How did she get so lucky to be this in love with someone? After so long apart, they were going to be happy.

Just the two of them.

“I love you, Karson,” she whispered, cupping his face.

He leaned into her hand and closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. When he opened his eyes after a few breaths, they were full of love as he whispered, “Not as much as I love you.”

She disagreed, but instead of arguing the fact, she took his mouth with hers and got lost in her husband’s stunning kisses.

Her husband.

Karson King was her husband.

Karson once said that a girl like Lacey didn’t come around twice, and he was right in a sense. Because in the last nine years, the multiple women he’d met, the ones he’d slept with, none of them ever measured up to Lacey. He remembered how he lost a friendship over Lacey, and he didn’t regret it one bit. In his mind, bros before hos was a distant thought because he loved Lacey to the fullest and put her on the highest pedestal in the sky. As he stroked her face, his eyes locked with hers, he knew why he did. She was by far the most unbelievable woman in the world, and she was all his now. Girls like her may not come around twice, but thankfully, Lacey had, and he wasn’t letting her go this time.

He knew they needed to get out of bed, shower, and maybe get something to eat since they had a flight to catch, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the bed. He didn’t want to leave the easiness they had in this room. Here, it was him and her—no one else—but once they set foot outside of this room or answered their phones, the rest of the world would be there, and that worried him a bit.

He knew their love was strong and that nothing was going to come between them, but Nate Martin was a different kind of crazy and Karson had just eloped with his only daughter. He didn’t regret his decision one bit; he just wished he could shake the nervousness of having Nate and Grady come after him once they found out. They could do anything they wanted to him—he wasn’t going anywhere—but if they touched or hurt Lacey, he’d end up in jail. He’d die before anyone or anything hurt her.

He had somehow been blessed with one more chance with this angel of a woman, and he had no plans other than to make her completely and utterly happy. And satisfied in bed, of course. As they say, a happy wife, a happy life, and he wanted the best life ever with her. He couldn’t wait to get back to Nashville so they could find a house. It was bound to be one of the many adventures they would go on throughout their life together, and Karson would be lying if he said he wasn’t ecstatic about turning some house into their home.

They would have kids there, grow old, and hopefully have their grandchildren there. They would need a dog, one that would be good for kids—not saying they were ready for that yet, but one day, he wanted a houseful. Girls with Lacey’s eyes and spirit and boys strong like him but also with her eyes. He couldn’t wait to watch her with a baby in her body. The cravings, the moods, and the late-night runs for whatever she wanted. Watching his child be born from her body and afterward holding them both, knowing he was the luckiest man in the world.