Anne kissed him back, clutching at his shirt. Just as she was melting into his warmth and closeness, she suddenly felt her body lifted off the ground. In the blink, she found herself cradled in his arms.
"Uh!" she gasped in surprise, quickly looping her arms around his neck. "What are you doing? You just woke up. You should be resting. And I've put on weight—you can't carry me like this."
A teasing smirk tugged at his lips. "Don't underestimate your husband. I'm strong enough to hold my wife." The playful glint in his eyes made her smile through her protest.
"You never listen, do you?" she murmured.
He shook his head lightly. "I wouldn't dare go against my queen. But I want to pamper you… spoil you."
With that, he carried her into the bedroom, her laughter trailing behind them. Setting her gently on the bed, he leaned down, his lips capturing hers with urgency.
