My Unexpected Vow: California Billionaires Book 2 by Harlow James (top 10 inspirational books txt) 📕

Her spine straightens as she takes in my words. “Are you jealous, Hayes?” She smirks and then crosses her arms as well.

Do I answer her? Do I tell her that the idea of her finding some other man attractive is knotting my stomach? That she could feel a spark with some famous athlete and then leave me with no questions asked in June has me regretting inviting her now?

“I don’t get jealous, Beaverly. In case you’ve forgotten, you’re my wife now. If anyone should be jealous, it’s all other men.” Turning to the living room, I force myself to distract my mind by finding the comedy special we’re going to watch tonight instead of peeking behind me to take in her reaction to my words.

Waverly quietly finishes cleaning the kitchen, refills our wine glasses, and then joins me in the living room on the couch. Yes, we’re drinking wine together. She offered me a glass as she poured her own, and even though I generally will only drink wine with my mom, having a glass with her over the dinner we cooked together felt right.

“So what’s on the agenda for tonight?”

“This guy is hilarious, and he just came out with a new special too. Bert Kreischer. You ever heard of him?”

“I think it’s safe to say since you introduced me to stand-up comedy specials that I’ve never heard of any of these people.”

“We live in southern California. You’re telling me you don’t run in the same circles with these guys?”

She laughs. “Actually, I guess I should just confess. Bert and I are like this,” she teases, holding up two crossed fingers.

“I fucking knew it. You’d better score us tickets to his next show then.”

“I’ll do my best.”

We settle in, wine in hand, listening intently to Bert’s jokes. At one point, Waverly has to put her glass down because she’s laughing so hard that I’m afraid she’s going to spill it on my couch. And not to sound high maintenance, but messes make me lose my shit.

As she wipes tears from her eyes, the show ends, and I stand to stretch out, calming down my laughter as well. “More wine?”

“Yes, please,” she says through her subsiding giggles. “God, that was funny.”

“Yup. Bert’s never disappointed.”

“Since you’re filling up our wine, can we watch something else? Maybe a movie or tv show?” Waverly calls out over her shoulder.

“Sure.”

I make my way back over to the couch, handing Waverly her glass and then scrolling through the menu as we find something to watch.

“What about Friends? I remember on our way home from Vegas that you mentioned knowing the show.”

“Fuck yeah, I do. Friends sounds perfect.”

I press play on the episode where Ross and Rachel have their first date just as Waverly snuggles up next to me.

“Is this okay?” she asks on a shaky breath, but all I can feel is my heart thumping roughly in my body. She’s pressing herself up against me intentionally, and I’m completely taken off-guard.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I grate out, trying not to show how much her body settled next to mine is affecting me.

“Good.” She reaches up and moves my arm so it’s wrapped around her shoulder as she places a hand on my chest. Slowly, she drags her fingernails up and down my abs through my shirt, which causes my dick to stir. I glance down at my crotch and notice my cock come to life through the thin fabric of my shorts.

“Wave?”

“Hmmm …”

“What are you doing?”

“Watching Friends.”

“You know what I mean,” I say between clenched teeth as her scent hits me while her nails rake over my chest simultaneously. I close my eyes as I take a deep breath, attempting to calm down the arousal running through me, but the more aware I become that she’s touching me, the more images of me flipping her over and pinning her down on the couch come to fruition.

The wild strum of my heartbeat is speaking a language that is completely foreign to me. And even though I have no idea what he’s saying, I’m subtly picking up on the words ‘I want Waverly tonight.’

I would give my left nut at this point to feel her curves against me, not just in the subtle way they are now, but while we’re naked and writhing up against each other. But does she want that? Is that what she’s trying to instigate with her little maneuver just now?

Lifting her head from my shoulder, her green eyes meet mine and don’t offer any more clarification to me. “I… is it okay if we just cuddle?” she asks softly.

“Cuddle?”

A slight smile lifts her lips, but it vanishes in the blink of an eye. “Yeah. That night we fell asleep on the couch… well, it felt really nice to be held. I haven’t felt that in a while, but I… I kinda want that again.”

Damn, she wants to cuddle? Is that code for sex, or is she really trying to keep this PG right now?

I clear my throat while subtly trying to adjust my erection, moving my arm off of her and turning to rearrange a few pillows. I motion for her to stand so I can lay down on my side, and then gesture for her to join me by patting the cushion. “Here. We’ll be more comfortable this way.”

While biting her lip, she takes her hair out of her bun and shakes the locks free, and then lies down next to me so we’re spooning just like the other night, but this time facing the television. “Is this okay?”

Fuck. Is this okay? As long as you don’t mind my dick pressing into your ass, then yeah, it’s fine.

“Yup. Are you comfortable?”

She wiggles her ass against my crotch, forcing me to stifle a groan by biting down on my lips. “Very.”

“Good.” Tempted to run my hand all over her ass cheek and hips, I decided instead to rest it on her upper arm, stroking her skin there softly. But I