Stepping back, Amber took one final critical look at her handiwork. “When Diego sees you, even forever won’t be long enough. Diego!” Amber exclaimed as the door flew open to admit one bona fide Spanish grandee, looking like the master of the sexual universe. Dressed in the sharpest of suits with the neck of his crisp white shirt left unconventionally open to expose his deep bronze tan, Diego had arrived to see his bride, and though Amber tried to stop him, even the hounds of hell couldn’t do that.
“What are you doing here?” Celina exclaimed. “You know you’re not supposed to see your bride before the ceremony.”
“Rules don’t apply to us,” he insisted, homing in on Celina as he strode purposefully across the room.
When they stared at each other, she believed him.
“I couldn’t wait,” he said, lips pressing down dismissively as Amber discreetly made herself scarce.
“Neither can I,” Celina admitted softly as she reached for him.
“I love you,” Diego whispered as he took her in his arms. “Forever will never be long enough for me.”
“That’s exactly what Amber said,” she exclaimed.
“Never mind Amber. She has her own love story with Alexei. This one is strictly confined to you and me.
“Forever and always?” Celina suggested as Diego held her tightly against his hard, masculine frame.
“I love you, and I always will,” he replied, adding with the wicked look that only he could do so well. “And forever begins right now.”