Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“So lucky,” he agrees with a laugh.
“As far as I’m concerned, those are beautiful vows,” the man with salt-and-pepper hair says with a grin. “Would you like me to pronounce you man and wife now, or should we do the traditional thing, too?”
“Let’s do the traditional thing, too,” I say. “I need more time to soak this all in.” I do a quick sweep of Connor in his 1950s style suit with a skinny tie the same pale pink as my peonies. “You look like a million bucks.”
“And you look like a dream come true,” he says.
We beam at each other some more, both get choked up during the vows, and linger on the first kiss so long that Seraphina hoots for us to “get a room.”
“Sounds good to me,” I murmur, grinning against his lips.
“Best thing ever,” he agrees, before pulling back to turn toward Seraphina. “Please add the clothes to our bill. We’re going to need them for our renewal ceremony in ten years.”
Seraphina nods. “You absolutely will. Congratulations, you two. Here’s to a lifetime of love and laughter.”
We toast with a small glass of champagne provided by the chapel, collect our other clothes from the dressing rooms, and walk out onto the strip hand in hand with only one thing left to do to make the night complete.
“Dinner?” he asks. “I could look and see which restaurants have open tables.”
I shake my head. “Room service, please. I need you naked, sexy. ASAP.”
“Yes, please,” he says, taking my hand.
We run giggling like teenagers past the drunk people wandering the street, past the fountain exploding into the night in celebration of our marriage, and straight to the elevator, dashing inside just before the doors close, both of us too eager to wait for another car.
It’s a decision we regret almost immediately…
Chapter 9
Wendy Ann
Ican’t wait to be alone with him.
I’m desperate for more of his kiss, his touch, his…everything.
My husband is the sexiest man in this jam-packed elevator. Hell, the sexiest man in the world.
I press closer to his side, wishing we weren’t on the top floor, even as a part of me relishes the sweet torture of being forced to wait just a few minutes longer to have him naked in bed. “You smell better than wedding cake,” I whisper against his soap-and-sweet-cedar scented skin.
“And you taste better,” he says, sealing the words with a kiss.
It’s a relatively sweet kiss—slow and sensual, with just the hint of tongue—but it still makes my head spin. Then, the last passengers step off on the twenty-first floor, and suddenly he’s kissing me like a starving man, his tongue stroking against mine as his hand molds to my breast through the lace of my wedding dress.
It’s truly my dress now.
I’m so glad Connor wanted to buy our wedding clothes, too, though I won’t need a dress to remember any of this.
From the moment he showed up at my door this morning to the moment we tumble out of the elevator, our hands already all over each other, this magical day will be imprinted on my memory forever.
“God, I need you so much,” he says, the feel of his fingers teasing over my nipple through the lace is enough to make me gasp.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I need you to touch me. Everywhere. With nothing between us,” I say, arching into his hand.
“Everywhere,” he promises. He pulls away long enough to tap the card in his pocket to the keypad, but as soon as he pushes the door open, he’s dragging me into his arms again, kissing me hard as we stumble inside.
I close my eyes and cling to him as we kick off our shoes, returning the kiss with equal passion, lost to everything but the wild need to be naked with this man. “Oh God, yes,” I murmur as he tugs my dress down and my breasts spill over the top of the bodice. A beat later, his fingers are rolling my nipples, sending hunger rampaging through my bloodstream.
“You, too,” I say, going for the buttons on his dress shirt, grateful he removed his coat, vest, and bow tie before we stepped out into the heat. The fewer barriers between his skin and mine, the better.
“As fast as I can,” he promises, helping with the buttons before jerking the shirt off and pulling me back against his lightly furred chest. The crisp hair feels amazing against my breasts, but I want more.
I want all of him hot and bare to all of me.
I reach for his zipper, but his hands are already there. I let him do the honors before curling my fingers over the top of his boxer briefs and guiding them down in front, freeing the hot, heavy length of him. His cock is so hot against my palm, it feels like he’s caught a fever.