“In a new dress,” he reminded me.
“In a new dress.”
“Followed by filthy limo antics.”
“Don’t promise what you can’t deliver.”
He growled, his arms tightening around me. “Oh, I can deliver, Mrs. North. Should I give you a preview of the action right now?”
“Absolutely.” I grinned against his kiss. “But you should probably take me inside. I have a tendency to be very loud when I come.”
He heaved to his feet, keeping me cradled in his arm. Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he gave me a heated look. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I traced my finger over his lips. “Don’t be grateful. I don’t know if you know it, Mr. North, but you married a very dirty woman.”
“I know exactly what I married. I love what I married, and I’m going to give you everything that dirty little mind wants.” He shouldered the door open and carried me into the house, his mouth peppering mine with fierce kisses. “The good. The bad. And the filthy.” He deepened his kiss, pulling me tighter to his chest as his mouth crushed against mine.
“Promise?” I whispered, when we moved into the bedroom and he carefully laid me on the bed.
“I swear.” He lowered himself on top of me and I closed my eyes, surrendering to his touch, his kiss, and his promise.
I knew one thing. My husband always delivered on his vows.
Especially the filthy ones.