He pulled away, breathing heavily. “Hello, wife.”
“Husband,” I replied with a quiet giggle.
He took my hand and we ran out of the room and all the way out to the parking lot. When we reached the car, he pushed me against it and caged me in with his arms. His head lowered and his lips pressed softly against mine at first, then grew more urgent. My fingers knotted in the fabric of his wife-beater as I tried to get as close to him as possible.
“We’re not staying in some crappy motel tonight,” his lips fluttered over the curve of my jaw.
I nodded in agreement.
“Tonight is our wedding tonight,” he murmured, “and you deserve the best.”
Before I could reply, he was kissing me again and all coherent thoughts disappeared.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my back pressed roughly into the car. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I didn’t mind.
His hands roamed down my body, settling beneath my butt as his hips pressed firmly into me. I gasped and his tongue flicked against my lips. He kissed the corner of my mouth and pulled away. I lowed my legs but he kept a firm grip on my waist.
“I think we better find a hotel,” he winked. “I’d really hate to get arrested for indecent exposure on my wedding day.”
“That would ruin the mood,” I agreed, my words coming out breathless.
He kissed me lightly once more and opened the car door for me.
He drove for ten minutes and pulled into the parking lot of a Holiday Inn. “It’s not the fanciest,” he shrugged, “but it’s better than a smelly motel.”
I laughed in response. I loved that we were still joking about that first motel.
“Be right back,” he assured me. I watched him jog into the hotel, shaking my head. Someone was in a hurry and the reason was pretty obvious. Men.
He returned a few minutes later, spinning a room keycard between his fingers. He opened the passenger door and held his hand out for me to take. “Come on, wifey,” he smirked.
“I take it someone’s ready to consummate this marriage,” I joked.
“You make me sound like a horndog,” he frowned. “Okay, maybe I am,” he admitted. “But only for you.”
“Mhmm,” I murmured, heading for the trunk, but h
is hold on my hand kept me from getting there.
“I’ll get our stuff later,” he smiled suggestively.
Before I knew what was happening, he swept my legs out from under me.
“Trace!” I exclaimed, causing people in the parking lot to turn our way. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you over the threshold,” he responded, heading towards the sliding glass doors that led into the hotel.
“I don’t think it counts as a threshold unless we’re home.”
“Well, we’ll just have to repeat the whole process over when we get back,” he chuckled, his lips brushing dangerously close to mine as he spoke. My eyes fluttered closed at the feel of the feather light touch.
He carried me through the lobby and the few people mingling stared at us curiously. He pushed the button for the elevator and I tried to get down but he wouldn’t let me go.
“Trace,” I groaned, “let me down. I’ll get too heavy.”
He rolled his eyes as he snorted. “Woman, you’re light. I’m fine. Stop worrying so much.”
“I don’t want to break you,” I mumbled.