I laughed, and then it turned into a hoarse cough as the idea hit me fully. “Jesus, woman. I may need a bit longer than that. Just f**king cuddle me for a few.”
With a small kiss to my neck, she whispered, “I can’t wait for you to become Mr. Bennett Mills.”
My eyes flew open. “What?”
Her laugh was low and husky against my skin. “You heard me.”