"As the wedding couple, I think we can do anything we want, can't we?"
His arms came around me, and he led me around the dance floor. "I don't think they want to see all the things I plan to do to you. Which begs the question, how long do we have to stay here before we can consummate this marriage?"
My entire body went red-hot in anticipation of making love to my husband. Husband. I couldn't get over that.
"I think we have to stay until the cake."
Sam's head scanned the room. "I see a cake on the table. Is it too early for us to cut it?"
I laughed. "Maybe just a little."
He looked down at me, his green eyes filled with happiness. He bent down, capturing my lips with his, kissing me until I was intoxicated.
He continued to guide me around the room in our first dance as husband and wife. "Who's that with Max?"
Sam twirled me around so I could see what he was talking about. Max was in the corner talking to a very pretty looking woman. They were in deep conversation.
"I don't know. Maybe he brought her as a plus one."
"I don't remember seeing her during the ceremony,” Sam said.
I lifted my hand and brought Sam's face to me. "I'm sure that whoever she is, Sam, Max can deal with it. You have more important things to focus on, Mr. Clarke."
His grin was filled both with promise and wickedness. "I do?"
"You do."
He released me, taking my hand and dragging me toward the cake. “Let's cut the cake so we can get the hell out of here and I can really focus on my wife."
Hearing him call mewifesent another thrill through me. I couldn't believe it. My dream came true.
"Looks like someone's eager to get started on the honeymoon," Vivie said as we cut the cake.
"That’s my sister you're talking about. I don't like to hear sexy stuff like that about my sister," Ethan said jokingly.
"Well, it's a good thing it's not in the olden days where you would've had to go and watch to make sure the marriage was consummated," Vivie said.
Ethan shuddered at the idea. I did too, actually.
Sam and I did the traditional cake offering to each other. We didn’t smash it into each other's faces as some brides and grooms do. Actually, it was very sensual the way Sam licked the frosting off my thumb. I sucked it off his finger. I'm pretty sure I heard Ethan groan.
Sam took my hand again and got everyone's attention. "Kate and I want to thank all of you for being here and celebrating this day with us." He looked down at me, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it. "Five years ago, I made the worst decision of my life, but Kate has given me a second chance. I will never, ever let you down again. Every day, I will commit to making sure you know that you are loved."
Tears dripped down my face, which was embarrassing in front of people. The emotion and maybe the baby hormones made it impossible for me to not be overwhelmed.
"We have this room available for as long as you want to stay and party, so please enjoy." Then Sam swooped me up into his arms. "Kate and I have to go."
Our family and friends laughed and clapped as Sam walked out of the room carrying me. He set me down when we reached the elevator. When it finally arrived, the doors opened and a redheaded woman walked out.
She did a double-take. "Sam?"
Sam flinched. He stared at the woman, and I could see recognition in his eyes, but he didn't seem to know her name. Instead, he said hello and then ushered me into the elevator. The woman cocked her head, looking at him and then at me. Then with a shrug, she turned and walked away just as the doors were closing.
"Who is that?" I asked. I couldn't deny there was a twinge of jealousy, but I reminded myself that he was mine now.
His cheeks turned a bright red as he gave me a sheepish smile. "Max and I came to Vegas a while ago. At the time, you wanted nothing to do with me, and my bruised and battered ego and heart hoped that a trip to Vegas would rid me of it."
That had to have meant that he'd slept with her. I liked that we had this newfound honesty, even though sometimes, I didn’t want to hear it, like now.