Emmett chuckled. "I have a feeling we'll be thundering whether it was true or not," he said smugly. "It's just a question of how we'd end up explaining it afterwards when we rebuild." He ran a hand through his dark hair as he considered that for a second, but then felt his train of thought derail completely when Rosalie kissed him, then stripped out of her dress to reveal what had to be the smallest baby blue bikini he'd ever seen. Emmett's mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing seemed able to escape.
He followed Rosalie out to the patio and watched her turn into a blaze of light under the afternoon sun. If his heart beat, it would have either been pounding like a machine gun or stopped altogether. "Rose..." he whispered, nothing but adoration in his voice. "Angel, baby..."
Other reactions to seeing his impossibly beautiful wife in that bikini finally started to push their way through the swell of emotion, and Emmett's mind cleared. Rather than his first instinct, to grab Rosalie and throw her back in the house to take her, he pulled off his shirt and joined her in the sun. "Total privacy, remember?" he smiled before pulling her against him and kissing her so hard, it rattled the umbrella over the deck table.