Deciding not to risk the drive back to the house they all checked into the Kingdom New York hotel. Having dropped Steve and Hope off at the airport, Josh and Jackson bypassed the hospital and went directly to the hotel.
The only things Aviva had on her mind once they were in their room were a shower and cuddling up to her new husband. Once in their room, as if by silent agreement, they both stripped out of their clothes and headed for the shower. With the same care and attention he always showed her, Jason soaped his wife’s body, then his own. Enfolding her in his arms, he allowed the soothing spray to wash over them for a few minutes.
When Jason lifted her into his arms, Aviva offered no protest. Even if she wanted to, she knew it would fall on deaf ears. Giving herself over to him, she allowed him to carry her into the bedroom. There he laid her down with gentle care and massaged lotion all over her body.
His task completed, Jason pulled back the covers and Aviva slid beneath them. Switching off the lamp, he joined her under the comforter.
She must have dozed off because her next conscious awareness was the pleasure of being held in her husband’s arms. The word husband still felt unfamiliar, but it also felt right. Unsure of how long she slept, her first instinct was to check on MacKenzie. Then she remembered that her friend was safe at the hospital with Jake standing solitary sentinel. With her recall, Aviva exhaled and relaxed.
“Are you awake, Angel?” Jason’s words were barely a whisper, as though he didn’t want to disturb her if she were still asleep.
“I’m awake. How long have I been out?”
“Not long,” Jason said, his voice still a lowered murmur against her ear.
Shuffling backwards, Aviva wiggled her backside against Jason and was immediately rewarded for her efforts. The sound he made vibrated against her spine and sent a shiver all the way through her body.
“So, what does a girl have to do to get her husband to make love to her?”
“All she needs to do is keep wiggling like that.”
“You mean like this?” Moving again, Aviva rotated her backside first one way and then the other, ensuring she made full contact.
“Just like that!” Jason said as he brushed her hair out of the way to place butterfly soft kisses against her face. The arm that was draped around her body began a wonderful languid caress that brushed over her thigh, up her side and over her arm to her throat.
Resting a palm beneath her chin, Jason turned her face and kissed her. As their lips touched, Aviva sighed at the sheer bliss of how wonderful it felt whenever she was with him. The kiss they shared was a tender exploration of each other. Nothing about their actions denoted haste. Every touch, every caress, every swirl of their tongues was a motion of slow deliberation.
Lifting her arm, Aviva ran her hand over his face loving the rasp of stubble that caught at her fingers. As she pushed back against him, Jason’s hand roamed her body coming to rest against her heavy breast. Massaging the globes, he gave them the attention they both loved.
Inserting a powerful thigh between her legs, Jason opened her up for his touch. When his fingers reached their goal, just as before, he took his time rediscovering every inch of her body.
Throughout their slow lovemaking, their lips were never more than a hair’s-breadth apart. When their lips touched, their kiss was yet another silent declaration of the love they had for each other.
When she was ready, Jason slid smoothly into her body. As their bodies connected, he said only three words. “I love you.”
His words and the care he took with her filled Aviva’s eyes with tears. Unable to stem the flow, she allowed them to fall.
“Why are you crying, do you want me to stop?” Jason asked, concern in his voice.
“I love you so much, and I never want you to stop loving, and making love to me.”
“I never will.”
Moving with languid ease, Jason slid in and out of her body. Aviva felt as though they were the only two people in the universe. It didn’t matter how they made love; the feeling was always the same. A gradual build up sent tingles of sensation running through her in endless shivers.
“Do you know how much I love you, my angel?”
“I know.”
“Do you feel how much I love you?”
“Yes... yes!”
“Tell me you love me, say it. I need to hear you say it.”
Jason didn’t move any faster, yet his tone deepened and carried with it a note of urgency, so much so it increased her arousal.
“I love you, only you, always you.”
Aviva could feel the reaction her words had on his body as he grew even harder within her. His hand moved to her core and stroked with precision, and she gasped for breath.
“Come for me my Angel. I want to feel you come for me, all over me.”