Emmett gave her a shrug. "I'm all man," he drawled. "Got a feeling that's one of the reasons you keep marrying me."
As Rosalie dismounted and headed off into the bathroom, Emmett let himself sink a little further into the chair. Not that he needed to relax or was every actually uncomfortable, but damn if the plush upholstery didn't feel good anyway. He had to admit that the ski lodge was a great idea for a getaway-- sure, there was just as much sun up here as there was at their Bahamas house, but no one looked twice at them walking around completely bundled up. Plus, it had given Rose an excuse to buy a new section of wardrobe.
Speaking of which, Emmett sat back up when he heard the bathroom door open, then close. His mouth really did fall open as he got a sight of his wife, draped in white satin and lace. The lingerie clung to just the right curves, and caressed over others, while the lace gave him peek after peek at the pale marble-like flesh underneath. If he had been human again, Emmett probably would have been drooling.
"I think I married the most beautiful, sexy woman on the planet... again."
He stood up from the chair with a grace most wouldn't expect of his size and stood in front of Rosalie, his hands just barely skimming over the negligee. "Part of me is loving the sight of you so much, it hopes there's more. The other part hopes there isn't."