The honeymoon suite at the Bellagio is excessive.
A king-size bed with approximately four thousand pillows dominates the bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the Strip line one wall, and there’s a bathtub big enough to swim in. Champagne chills in a bucket that probably cost more than my first bike.
I don’t care about any of it.
The only thing I care about is currently standing by the window, her back to me, the lights of Vegas casting her silhouette in gold.
My wife.
My wife.
The words still don’t feel real.
“You’re staring,” Josie says without turning around.
“I’m allowed. You’re my wife now.”
She turns, and the smile on her face makes my chest ache. “Say that again.”
“My wife.” I cross to her, pulling her against me. “Mrs. Armstrong. My old lady. Mine.”
“Possessive, much?”
“Absolutely.” I brush my lips against her temple. “Is that a problem?”
“It’s really,reallynot.”
I kiss her—slow at first, savoring, but it quickly turns heated. Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer. My hands find the zipper at the back of her dress.
“You weren’t lying,” I murmur as the fabric falls away. “Nothing underneath.”
“I’m a woman of my word.”
I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to that ridiculous bed with its four thousand pillows. I lay her down in the center, taking a moment to savor the view.
Josie Bright. My wife.
The woman who walked into my life and refused to leave. Who challenged me, changed me, made me want to be better than I ever thought I could be.
“I love you,” I tell her, settling over her. “I don’t know if I say that enough.”
“You show it.” Her hand traces down my chest. “That’s better than saying.”
“I want to do both.” I kiss her collarbone. “I love you.” Her shoulder. “I love you.” The curve of her neck. “I love you.”
“Boone...”
“Let me worship you.” I meet her eyes. “Let me show you what it means to be loved by me.”
“You already have.” But she arches into my touch when my hand slides between her thighs. “A thousand times over.”
“Then let me show you a thousand more.”
I take my time. We have all night. We have forever.
I explore every inch of her body. I bring her to the edge again and again, drawing out every sensation until she’s begging for release.
“Please,” she gasps. “Boone, please?—”
