The ceremony seemed to last forever. All Logan wanted to do was get Claire alone in their honeymoon suite so that he could strip the dress off her and make love to her until they were both too tired to move. Finally, it was over and they were walking together, hand in hand, man and wife.
Family and friends descended on them with congratulations and Logan put in a discreet request to his new sister-in-law to look after Julie for a little while. Sophie winked and said Julie could keep company with Rafe of the Seven Seas. Logan thanked her, biting his tongue to keep from telling her what a ridiculous nickname that was for a baby.
Cutting his way through the small throng of well-wishers, Logan reached Claire, planting his hands on her slim waist. He bent his head and breathed deeply, enjoying the sweet scent of vanilla as it teased his senses. Maybe today would be the day to make good on his promise to lick her from head to toe and see if she tasted as good as she smelled, he decided. “I’d like to borrow you for a little while, wife,” he whispered in her ear.
She turned to him, love twinkling in her large, beautiful blue eyes. “What do you need with me, husband?”
He cleared his throat, trying to maintain a serious expression. “I have a matter that requires your attention.”
“Ah.” She raised a brow. “What is this matter?”
A grin crept over his lips, He couldn’t help it. “It’s upstairs.” He jerked his head toward the staircase. “Follow me.”
They made it to the second floor in seconds, equally eager to be alone. The keys jingled in Logan’s hand the whole way. When they reached the door to the honeymoon suite, Logan picked her up in his arms with ease. She gave a small shriek of surprise.
“Logan.” She feigned protest, but he could see that she was enjoying herself. “Put me down.”
“Uh-uh.” He rattled the keys in his hand and shifted so that he could unlock the door. “It’s tradition for the groom to carry the bride over the threshold.”
She smiled and kissed him softly. “Well, if it’s tradition, I guess it’s okay.”
He unlocked the door and threw it open, kissing her hungrily as he stepped inside. “I love you, sweetheart,” he murmured against her mouth. “You’ve made me incredibly happy.”
Her hands were tangled in his hair, but she removed one long enough to caress his jaw. Heat soared through him at her soft touch.
“You made me happier than I thought it was possible to be,” she told him.
He tossed her onto the bed. “Let’s see if I can’t make you even happier,” he suggested wickedly.
Claire opened her arms to him. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
