“I’m a lucky woman,” she says, her eyes glittering with emotion.
“No, I’m the lucky one. I love you so much, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it.” Without another word, I sweep her into my arms and start for the bedroom.
“Wait!” she says. “I want to feed you cake! Wedding cake before wedding night. There’s an order to these things.”
“I’m not hungry for cake.” I kick open the door to the bedroom, crossing to the bed in three steps. “You’re the only thing I want in my mouth right now, Red.”
“Maybe cake can wait,” she says.
I lay her on the bed, watching her unhook the front of that sexy-as-hell corset, baring her breasts as I make quick work of my uniform.
I need her so damned much. I need her in my arms, her skin hot against mine. I need to feel her legs wrapped around my hips, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I slide inside her.
She bites her lip, holding my gaze as I work open my belt. “I’ve missed you so much. Let’s never sleep apart again.”
“Never again,” I promise, shoving my pants to the floor and stepping out of them as I join her on the bed. We come together with twin sounds of relief, her lips tasting every bit as sweet as I remember. “You’re way better than cake.”
“You haven’t tasted it yet,” she says as I roll on top of her.
“I don’t need to. Even if it’s the best red velvet on earth, you’re still better.” I kiss her again, murmuring against her lips, “The best.”
“And don’t you forget it,” she says as she reaches between us, stroking my cock through my boxer shorts. “I’m so happy I get to keep being your wife.”
“And I’m honored to be your husband.” I capture her hands and draw them over her head, pinning her wrists to the mattress. I don’t want to be distracted for this part, I want her to know what she means to me. “Aria March, I promise to love you and honor you and live up to every other vow I made the morning we were married. There’s nothing pretend about this for me anymore. You are the realest, most important part of my life, and you always will be.”
She smiles, even as her eyes begin to shine. “I promise all of those things, too. For now, and always.” She sniffs. “Now will you please take my panties off? I think I might love you even a little bit more if I’m not wearing panties.”
I kiss her, smiling against her lips as I curl my fingers over the top of the white lace, all too happy to oblige.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Aria
His kiss, God, his kiss.
Nash kisses are the best kisses. They set my heart on fire and make me ache with the most exquisite pleasure-pain I’ve ever known.
Pleasure, because everything Nash does to me makes me feel oh-so-good, pain because close never seems close enough. Even with his skin hot against mine and my fingers tangled in his hair and his mouth everywhere I’ve been dying for him to kiss me, I still want more.
I still want him closer.
I want to breathe his breath, to feel our hearts beat in perfect rhythm.
Most of all, I want him inside me—always.
“Let’s have sex all the time,” I whisper as he pulls my panties down, tossing them to the floor before returning to my open arms.
“I was going to suggest that, but I worried you’d think I was crazy.” He kisses me hard, groaning as his fingers slip between my thighs.
“No, you’re not crazy.” My head falls back as he pushes a finger inside me, stroking in and out, making me squirm and lift into his touch. “You’re a genius.”
“People might judge us,” he warns, flicking his tongue across my nipple. “But I don’t care.”
“Me, either.” My breath shudders out. “All I care about is you. Inside me. Right now.”
“I want you ready,” he rumbles, kissing my other breast.
“I’m so ready.” I spread my legs wider and circle my hips, taking his fingers deeper into where I’m so hot and wet. “Past ready. I’ve been dreaming about this all week, please, I—”
He cuts me off with a kiss that makes my head spin and my heart squeeze in my chest, a kiss that turns the world upside down, making me so dizzy with wanting him that I don’t remember him taking off his boxers. I only know that suddenly he’s hot and hard against my thigh and I’m wrapping my legs around his hips to welcome him in.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips as he pushes inside me, his cock filling me inch by glorious inch.
My lashes flutter as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Yes, this,” I moan as he glides deeper, until he reaches the end of me and his hip bones kiss my hip bones and the base of his cock nudges against my clit and he is finally close enough.