“Oooooh.” She feels so right, wiggling against my chest. “Swords and guns and bolts. That’s way more fun than crusty.”
I push her away, but only for the purpose of sweeping her around to face me. “And you know how I feel about giving you more.”
She pushes in until there’s no room left between our bodies. I groan against her forehead as everything between my thighs cheers in approval. She fans the flames of my erection even higher as soon as she says, so breathy and beautifully, “But you already have, Reece Richards.” She surges up on tiptoes to take my mouth in a warm, wet, nerve-popping, tongue-tangling kiss. “And guess what? You’ve done it because of the magic and excitement and glory that is you. Because of all the ways you make me laugh and all the ways you make it okay when I cry. Because of your passion and your fire, your nobility and your loyalty, and your commitment to being the best man you can be, each and every day. You give my world all of its more just by being in it, my love—and I will never, ever stop being grateful for the gift of you.”
I’m numb all over again. I can hardly think beyond the certainty of loving her back, in all those ways and a billion more. I can’t feel anything beyond our mingled breaths on the night air and the sweet tugs of her fingers at the ends of my hair. But as her little pulls get more forceful, so do the turquoise fires in her eyes—and the fervent passion in her voice.
“You’re my more, Reece Andrew Richards, because of the way you love me…and because of the way you complete me.”
I’m finally able to haul in a huge breath. I gulp it down with emotion that turns my throat into a vise and my eyes into stinging heat. “As you complete me, Emmalina Paisley Richards. Forever and always…and beyond.” I drop my head until our foreheads meet. “Don’t ever stop loving me. Don’t ever stop being my more, as well.”
Our lips find each other once again. We mesh and claim and adore each other with the phenomenal force that only our kisses can convey…only our passion can fully express. I clutch her closer, fusing my energy to hers…pledging my spirit to always cherish, honor, serve, and fulfill hers.
“You see?” she finally whispers, staring deep into my eyes. Her brilliant smile flips every neuron in my system. “Here’s the more, baby. Right here. You and me. We don’t need swords and pistols and duels and jousts.”
I kiss her again, tasting the seam of her lips with the tip of my tongue before husking, “But how about a little lightning?”
An impish smile spreads across her gorgeous lips. It widens as she swings our joined hands upward until they’re clasped in the space between our chests…
A mesh of my glaring neon-blue digits and her golden glowing ones.
“Only if a few solar flares are okay too?”
A long, loving laugh rumbles out of me—before I kiss her soundly, thoroughly, and passionately again. And again. And again. I race my hands up and down her body, making sure she’s very aware of the way we’re going to end this brilliant, jubilant day. Her answering moans affirm she’s already on board with my plan—already connected to my every hot, full desire.
As she always will be.
The completion of my passion.
The connection of my soul.
The partner of my life.
The bolt of my world.
At last, I find the strength to speak again—but I’m sure the volume’s possible only because of the lightning roaring through my senses, the fire surging my blood…and the love illuminating every fiber of my heart.
The love that’s moved me.
The light that’s powered me.
The woman who’s challenged me, changed me, pushed me, startled me, ignited me, inspired me, moved me, rocked me, reduced me, rebuilt me, and raised me to heights of fulfillment and happiness I never knew could exist. The human who’s shown me all the glory and power in my own humanity. The miracle who’s proved to me that miracles do exist.
My wife. My sun. My goddess. My life.
My superhero.
“Lead the way, baby,” I whisper as I hold her close with all the strength in my body, the love in my heart, the lightning in my soul. “I’m ready for the adventure.”