“And I want you to carry me over the threshold,” I say into the kiss, chuckling as I crawl on top of him, thighs spread and bracketing his hips. “Maybe I’ll get a garter and you can take it off with your teeth.”

I put my hands on his chest and push myself into more of a seated position, then reach up and push my hair back from my face as I stare down at him with an easy smile.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I tell him, reaching down to trace my fingertip down the side of his face. “And all mine. How’d I get so lucky?”