“If you like it here so much,” he murmured against my mouth, catching my cheek in his palm. “We can buy the estate next door. Bring Brody here every summer.”
I chuckled. “Is the estate next door even for sale?”
He shrugged, punctuating every word with a kiss. “Everything is for sale at the right price.”
“I forgot how truly spoiled you are,” I joked, leaning into him and parting my lips for his tongue whenever his mouth landed against mine. “Any normal person would just have agreed with me that it’s been the most amazing wedding we ever could’ve dreamed of and left it at that.”
His lips curved against my mouth. “But I’m not a normal person. I’m a Westwood. You are now, too. Remember?”
“Don’t remind me.” I faked a groan and then laughed. “Do you think I’m going to start spontaneously buying castles and hotels now?”
“For sure.” He gripped my hips and smacked another kiss to my lips. “It’s like a built-in switch that’s just going to trip someday soon. Then you’ll be just as spoiled as I am. I can’t wait to keep buying you stuff until you just accept it.”
I laughed. “You know, if we really had been strangers that night, if I’d answered your ridiculous ad and met you for the first time in that bar, I wonder if this is how it would’ve gone.”
Callum smirked, his voice low and sure. “If that had been the first time we’d met, I would’ve had you in my bed before the second drink.”
I shoved at his chest, laughing again. “Already missing your days as a bachelor, huh?”
“Never.” He kissed me harder, backing me toward the bed. “I was just stating a fact, but the only woman I want in my bed is you, Mrs. Westwood.”
His hands moved into my hair and he slipped my pins free one by one, his fingers surprisingly nimble and clever for how hard he was growing against my lower belly. My hair finally tumbled loose and I pulled his jacket off, unable to stop smiling even as my heart pounded.
He kissed me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth and groaning when his hands found the zipper at the top of my spine. Desire rippled through me, turning my insides to liquid heat, but my heart was still so full.
I truly felt like a princess, so loved, adored, and in love. With this kind of setting as a backdrop, it was hard to care about a silly little thing like inhibition. It felt like I could see our future playing out behind my eyes as I kissed him, days filled with endless possibilities and every dream coming true.
“I’ve always wanted a second kid,” I murmured against his lips. I hadn’t meant to say it, but it came out anyway because it was true. “Even on the days when it felt like a silly, impossible wish, I also always hoped it would be with you.”
He froze for just for a second before leaning back to meet my eyes. A grin spread on his lips, slow and wicked, and my stomach flipped. “Yeah? Well, then I think it’s your lucky day. I’m pretty confident I can make that happen. Tonight, if you’re up to it.”
My laugh broke on a gasp as he kissed me deeper and hungrier this time. The flames of the fire in the hearth snapped and crackled, rain beat down on the roof, driving against the windows, but as I leaned into him, there was nothing but us.
He hooked his fingers into the sleeves of my dress, gently sliding them down my arms. Once they were past my hands, Callum dropped the fabric and the dress pooled around my feet. My gaze followed it down and I stepped out of it, but before I could bend to pick it up, Callum wrapped his arms around me again and pulled me to him.
“It’s our wedding night. Leave it on the floor. The bottom is so wet it’s going to need to be cleaned anyway.”
“But—”
“Wedding night,” he repeated with a devilish grin. “Don’t get me wrong, seeing you in that dress earlier took my breath away, but you’re even better out of it.”
A large part of me rebelled against the idea of leaving the dress on the floor, but he was right. In our dash to the limo that had brought us here, to the back of Sterling’s property, and our walk down the path to the cottage, it had gotten pretty wet.
So I left it where it was and moved my hands to the buttons of his tailored shirt. “You’re not so bad in your tux yourself, Mr. Westwood.”
One by one, I slid the buttons free and he sucked in a sharp breath when I let my fingernails scrape gently across hisabdomen in the process. I moved my gaze up to his, seeing the love and the desire in those gorgeous blue eyes, and I smiled.
“I love you,” I said, still marveling at how good it felt to be able to say that out loud after feeling it for so long. “I love you, Callum Westwood.”
“I love you, too.” He took my face in his hands after I’d pushed his shirt off his shoulders. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts.”
A soft giggle bubbled out of me. “I don’t think it’s supposed to hurt, baby. I think it’s supposed to feel good. Great, even.”
“Oh, it’s hurts so good.” He kissed me again and when the backs of my knees touched the mattress, he laid me down, crawling onto the bed with me. “Do you know what else feels good?”
“What?”
“Knowing that you’re going to be mine forever.” He looked right into my eyes as he said it, then lowered his head, dragging his lips down my throat to my chest, planting kisses as he went.
