"You don't have to carry me," Leila whispered, careful not to wake Jase.

"As your husband, it's my job to carry you over the threshold," I said, nuzzling into her neck. "Besides, I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"As you wish, kind sir," she teased, pulling my head down to her lips.

I laid her down in the middle of the king-sized bed and slid in next to her, leaning over her, careful not to crush her, while never breaking the kiss. She opened her lips and ...