“Deal.” Amelia said. “But first we get to shower you with flowers, and you’ll toss the coins, and then you better run back to the house. I’ll slow them as much as I can.”
“I love you, Amelia. Have I told you that lately?”
“No. Now hurry up.” She paused. “I love you to, Sam, and I’m so happy for you. After all—.” She put a hand to her mouth and Blakewood put his arm around her. “We almost didn’t have this.”
Sam’s throat tightened.
Chase popped around the corner. “What’s taking so long? I told you he wouldn’t make it through the ceremony.”
“But you didn’t make a bet with me. You would have won,” Amelia tossed over her shoulder.
“I don’t gamble,” he returned.
Sam took Daisy’s hand, and they rejoined their guests. His new mother and father-in-law didn’t look pleased at their brief absence, but they’d forgive him. He gave them a wink. In the carriage he tossed the coins, the crowd cheering. Then he bent to the coachmen to whisper. “If you get us back to the house in two minutes I’ll double your pay for the month.”
The whip cracked, the guests jumping back as the open carriage lurched forward.
Sam fell into his seat and Daisy grabbed hold of him.
Later that evening,Sam kissed a path down Daisy’s stomach, stopping at her sensitive navel. He’d done as promised afterthe ceremony. He settled for thirty minutes of taking Daisy in their shared bedroom—against the door, since time was of the essence, and they didn’t have time to undress. Then they met their guests back downstairs for the elaborate wedding breakfast Amelia had planned.
She giggled now. “Sam, stop!”
He grinned into her skin, but he did stop, because his dear, delicious wife was still out of breath from their first round of love making. The first of many on this night, their wedding night, the beginning of their shared life.
“This feels like a dream,” she said with a sigh.
Sam crawled up her body and settled at her side, propping his head on his hand. “The best dream,” he said. He made lazy circles on her breast with his hand. “I hope we never wake up.”
She turned her face toward him and smiled. “Do you think they know this isn’t our first time together?”
Sam frowned in thought. “Blakewood and Amelia? Absolutely. Your parents? God, I hope not. I had hoped for a warmer reception when we announced our engagement to them.”
“Well, it didn’t help that you did it immediately after I told them I’d ended my engagement with Cliffton. They were still stunned.”
He shrugged. “I thought it would help if they knew there was a much better, cunning, exceedingly handsome, exceptionally talented earl, already waiting to marry you.”
Daisy rand her hand lazily down his chest. “I don’t think my father views you that way.”
“He should. I’ve known them both for four years. What is there not to like about me?”
“Ilove everything about you.”
Sam smiled as he leaned close, stealing a kiss. His heart had never felt so light, his body so relaxed and strong. His rib wasfinally healed, and he’d taken to his hobbies carefully once again. He didn’t just feel like his old self—he felt better. Better because he had Daisy. He was complete.
But never more than when he was inside her lush body. “Are you sore?”
She giggled. “No.” Her eyes widened. “Again?”
He looked down at his hard cock. “I’ll never have enough.” He rolled her on top of him and she sat up, her eyes blazing with delight at this new position. He adjusted her hips, his tip nudging her slick heat and she rose, just enough to sink down onto him. They both groaned as she took him deep, swiveling her hips. She learned fast, his little insatiably curious wife.
Sam held her hips, thrusting slow and deep as Daisy arched her back, her ruby hair falling around her shoulders, her ripe, full breasts taunting him with their rosy tips. He wasn’t going to last long. Daisy was a feast for every sense.
“God, Daisy,” he panted.
“Yes, Sam. I’m here. I feel it. I feel you.”
He pumped harder, her grinding her hips as she dug her nails into his chest and used him to reach the heights of heaven. Her mouth popped open with a soft cry, her body going weak as she collapsed to his chest.
