“You must be joking right now,” Travis drawls, the words out slowly. He’s speaking to Patty, but his eyes never leave mine. “The way Maisey stood up on that stage, putting herself out there in such a vulnerable way.” He tips my chin up so I’m looking into his green eyes. The way they’re sparkling and flashing has me completely hypnotized by him. “Confidence is the sexiest thing in the world to a real man. And trust me, Darlin’,” he says, the word in such a way that it sounds like an insult. I might have laughed if I weren’t so completely taken by him. “I am most certainly a real man.” His lips curl up like he knows exactly what I’m thinking when he says it. “But it’s more than that,” he continues. “The moment I saw my sweet filly, I knew I had to have her.”
Something about the way he speaks makes me believe everything he says, like this isn’t an act for Patty’s sake. Even if it is, I don’t care.
“This untamed, gorgeous hair.” He pulls out the stupid veil and tosses it to the side as his hands smooth back my frizzy mane from my face, leaving his huge hands cradling my face. “These eyes. They look like they hold the secrets of the universe.” He moves his thumbs in slow circles over my cheeks, holding me in place so I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
And I sure as hell don’t want to.
When his thumbs slow and methodically outline my lips as if he’s trying to memorize every detail of me, something inside me clenches low and tight. But when he slips one thumb between my lips, just momentarily, I’m positive I’ll combust right there on the dance floor in front of everyone. “And these lips,” his voice is little more than a murmur, his words just for me now. “They’re positively, fucking delicious.”
And then he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before.
It’s not like our first kiss, or even the one after that, when he kicked things up a notch for the crowd. This kiss is different.
It’s more.
It’s everything.
And it holds the promise of so much more.
My hands move up around his neck, so I, too, am holding him in place as he devours my mouth, claiming it for his own. His tongue tangles with mine, exploring every crevice of my mouth in a way that promises other, more intimate things he can do with it.
A moan escapes me, and I don’t even care as I press even closer to him, needing more of this man, myhusband, touching me.
The rest of the room and the thousands of people around us fade away, leaving us in a cocoon that I never plan on leaving.
“Okay, okay.” Patty pushes her way between us. “I don’t think it’s appropriate for a stranger to accost my sister in a public place.” She spins on Travis and jabs a finger into his chest. “I should report you for assault.”
I can’t help it; despite hownotfunny this all is and the insane mess I’ve made by accidentally marrying the cowboy, I laugh. “He’s not a stranger, Patty.” I sidestep her and take the hand Travis holds out for me. His fingers twine with mine. “He’s my husband.” I look up and offer him a smile that he readily returns. “And if you’ll excuse us, we have a honeymoon suite to get to.”
Travis
Maisey leadsme out of the bar with her head held high, which in itself is incredible considering what a royal bitch her stepsister is.
I may have only known my wife for less than two hours, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to protect the hell out of her, especially from shitty family members.
We’re on the casino floor, the nightclub long behind us, before I tug on her hand to stop us. “We don’t have to do this,” I tell her, despite the semi I’ve had pressing against my jeans from the moment I first kissed her.
A situation that only got more intense with that last kiss.
If she’s half as good in bed as she is with that tongue of hers, I may never want to leave the honeymoon suite at all.
Which, to be honest, doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all.
Still. I’m a gentleman.
Well, maybe I haven’t always been. But Maisey is bringing out the need in me to be better. In all ways.
She turns and stares at me with innocent eyes. “Do what?”
“Go to the honeymoon suite,” I say. “I mean, I know that we’re?—”
“Husband and wife, right?”
I nod. “We are that.”
“For better or worse?”
I nod again; this time, a sly smile creeps over my lips. I wasn’t kidding when I told that blonde bitch that confidence was sexy as hell, and my little filly has it in spades. Even when she’s trying to hide it, it’s there, hiding under the surface. And right now, she isn’t even trying to hide it.
