“I promise.”
“Did we lose count of the kisses?”
“I think we’re getting close to thirty.”
I push up on my toes, and his mouth sinks down on mine. Soft lips, warm tongue.
His hands in my hair, one of his thighs sliding between mine.
My skirt rides up, and I whimper at the risk of being revealed, caught like this, shamelessly riding my husband’s thigh. His mouth is so sure and strong it quickly chases away that edge of concern about exposure, replacing it with a liquid, pulsing desire for more.
“I married a good kisser,” I mumble when the elevator dings on his floor.
He adjusts my skirt before the doors slide open. “Small world, so did I.”
We both laugh, and laugh, and suddenly we’re in front of his hotel room door. The hallway is empty and quiet. No cursing anyone out.
Key card.
Lock.
Woosh.
His hand engulfs mine as he guides me to his room, then we’re inside and we’re kissing again.
Click.
“This is a nice room.” I think, anyway. It’s spinning.
Logan moves me toward his bed and helps me sit down, then kneels down in front of me, and the look on his face makes my breath catch. I sway toward him, catching his face in my hands.
“Hi.” I giggle.
He grins. “Lean back.”
“You’re very handsome.”
“I think the champagne has finally caught up to you. I’m going to tuck you into bed and be a gentleman.”
“Noooooo...” I make a face. “Nobody wants you to be agentlemanon yourwedding night.”
“Nobody?”
“Me.” I point aggressively at my chest. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman.”
“One thing at a time, my lovely bride.” His fingers circle my ankle, his thumb a hot brand on the inside of my leg as he lifts my foot. “This strap has been distracting me all evening.”
He slides it out of the buckle, then sets my shoe aside and squeezes my foot in his hand before repeating the erotic unbuckling on the other foot.
I giggle again.Erotic unbuckling.
He lifts my second foot and kisses the outside of my ankle, where my first tattoo is, the first indelible evidence of recklessness. “Ah, I wondered what this was. Is that a dove?”
“Mmm. For peace. And to piss off my father.”
“I’m sure it worked exactly as intended.” He laughs and kisses me again, moving his mouth around to the inside of my calf.
“Your lips feel so nice,” I murmur.
