I shake my head.
“Take. Them.” Carmen smiles softly. “They’re yours. You won fair and square, remember?”
I’m not sure if I did win fair and square, or if my bestfriend rigged the system, but who am I to complain. It’s her day, she can get away with anything she wants. Plus, I can’t stop the giddy grin from dancing across my lips when I pick the wedding bouquet up and hold it to my chest.
She presses a kiss to my cheek. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Goodnight, lovebirds.”
Laughing, Carmen’s new husband, Jake, wraps me up in a hug too, before I duck back into Blake’s awaiting arms.
I slide my feet back into my discarded heels while Blake laces his hand with mine.
I’m giddy with a mixture of happiness and arousal as we climb the ornately carpeted stairs to my hotel bedroom, bypassing whitewashed walls decorated with oil paintings encased in expensive looking frames.
Plucking my entry card from my bra, I fiddle with scanning it against the black panel, my concentration waning with each kiss Blake is placing at the base of my neck.
“Having a little bit of trouble, sunshine?”
I huff out a laugh, pressing my arse back into the bulge I can feel against the curve of my flesh.
Blake grunts, moulding a hand to my hip and giving my body a squeeze in warning.
“Calla…”
Grinning, I flash my card again, surging forward to give the door when I finally hear it click open.
I flick on the lights, treading past my suitcase, which is open, clothes, perfume and underwear strewn all over the place and the second suitcase, the one that is still zipped up neatly, which can only be Blake’s.
He must have had it bought up while we we’re having dinner downstairs.
“Come here.”
I do as Blake asks without a moment’s hesitation, falling into his arms, into the safe space I’ve carved out for myself.
“I love you.”
I press my lips to his, nibbling at his plush bottom lip. He tastes vaguely of the lemon and lime soda he’d been drinking a couple of hours ago. “I love you more.”
Blake shakes his head. “Not possible.”
I’m smiling so hard my cheeks ache, pure, undiluted joy bubbling up inside of me.
Raising my palms, I cup Blake’s jawline, stroking the pads of my thumbs over the second day stubble there. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.”
“Good.” His hands stray to my arse and squeeze. “Because I’m never going to stop saying it, sunshine.”
I pop up onto my tiptoes then, to kiss him, because I can.
Because he’s mine.
I whimper when Blake traces the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips, tangling our tongues together when I open my mouth. My fingers deftly begin to slip the pearlescent buttons of Blake’s starched shirt through the holes, revealing more and more of his bare chest, while he searches for the zipper tap hiding on the side of my hip. Clothes hit the floor, joining the ones already pouring out of my suitcase, as we undress each other, our lip lock never breaking.
When I’m down to nothing, Blake picks me up by my waist, dumping me onto the soft mattress of our king-sized bed. Propping myself up on my forearms, I watch Blake’s muscles bunch as he follows me onto the bed, nothing but his pair of tight-fitting boxer shorts showing how much he wants me.
This.
Us.
