The jeans had holes right below her ass and on her thighs.
And the combat boots just made her look — shit. They made her look bad ass and completely screwable.
“Sunshine of my life,” Andi said in a singsong voice. “What’s the plan for today?”
“The plan?” I grabbed some OJ from the fridge. “I’m sorry, were you under the impression I was your cruise director? I don’t make a daily itinerary for you, Andi. You’re an adult. Pretty sure you don’t need me to write shit down.”
She put her hands on her hips.
I ignored the jolt of electricity that went through my body while I blatantly stared at her trim waist and curvy body.
“What? No honeymoon trip?” Her lower lip folded down into a pout. “And here I was so excited about wearing a bathing suit.”
“Here’s a thought.” I put the OJ back and slammed the fridge door. “How about I turn on a sprinkler outside, and you can run through it?”
She smirked. “But it’s cold outside. What’s the fun in that?”
“I’ll put a heater next to the sprinkler. Think of it this way. You can run back and forth until your hearts content. Isn’t that what dogs do anyway? Until they tucker themselves out and take a lazy afternoon nap?”
“I don’t know. You’re the bitch here. You tell me.” She said it in such a sweet little voice I nearly choked on my tongue. Nothing sweet about the words coming out of that mouth.
“Good one.” I rolled my eyes.
“Husband.” She skipped up to me then steadied herself by putting her hands on my shoulders. “Whoa, sorry, kinda dizzy.”
I jerked back. Not because I wanted her to fall on her ass, but because it made me feel like a complete asshole that she couldn’t even skip without getting dizzy, and I hated that she made me feel worse than I already did on a daily basis.
“Woo!” She took a deep breath. “Okay, so this is what I think.”
“Wow, I don’t recall asking for any of those deep thoughts about shoes and lipstick.”
Andi got a starry look in her eyes. “I do love shoes. And before you start being an ass again, don’t think I didn’t see those Prada loafers in your closet.”
“Why the hell were you in my closet?” I shouted.
She waved me away. “Besides, you like clothes the way I like chocolate.”
I snorted. “How do you figure?”
With a saucy grin, she trailed her fingertips down my chest. “You love the way they feel against your skin, just like I love the way chocolate feels against my tongue. All lush, sweet, deep.”
My body twitched on cue.
“As I was saying.”
What? What were we talking about?
“I think we should do a honeymoon. After all, I only get one, and I think you owe it to me to make it bad ass.”
“I owe you?” My thoughts were too jumbled by talk of chocolate and licking it off her body to actually form a better sentence or comeback than that.
“Yup.” She shoved her hands in her pockets, drawing my attention back down to the skin peeking through her jeans. My mouth. Right. There. I could almost taste her. “I’ve even compiled a list!”
“Why does that not surprise me?”
She held up her finger then reached into her back pocket. I peeked around her body and received a smack on the chest when I checked out her ass a little longer than necessary.
“No looking if you don’t intend on tasting.” She winked.
“Wait, what?” Did she just say taste?
“You can look…” She nodded slowly. “…but only if you intend on following through. Otherwise, off limits.”
“Don’t you have that backward?”
“No.” She shook her head, a perplexed look crossing her cute features. “I don’t think so.”
“So I can look, but I have to touch?”
Andi answered my lame-ass question by quickly grabbing my hand and placing it on her ass. “Any questions?”
I wasn’t easy to shock. Hell, it was damn near impossible. So the fact that she’d managed to do that in under twenty-four hours was pretty impressive.
Clearly, my body agreed with me, considering my hand plastered against her ass, then squeezed. Blood quickly rushed into all the wrong places.
She let out a little huff as her cheeks tinged with red. Anger replaced the lust. I hated that she wanted me almost as much as I hated how much I wanted her.
I jerked her against my body. “Don’t get yourself too excited, Russia. I don’t screw corpses.”
“Oh thank God, I’m still alive then.” She fanned herself. “You should probably work on your game though, because I’m not going to make it easy for you when you do eventually want to partake.”
“Partake? What is this? One of your historical romance novels?”
“You’d be a sexy Duke.” She winked and let out a light laugh. “Now, the list.”
A piece of crinkled paper was smashed into my free hand.
“You can take your hand off my ass now.” She smirked.
I pinched, just because I could.
She let out a little yelp then narrowed her eyes. “Play fair.”
“Never.” I chuckled then started reading the list.
My stomach clenched tighter and tighter as I mentally checked off all the things she wanted to do for our honeymoon.
“There’s like a hundred things on here,” I pointed out.