“No?”
“You’re coming in. We need a witness. Park this baby. Come on.”
The driver seemed flustered, but he got out, opened our door for us, and followed us into the chapel. Dustin led me, holding my hand as we crossed inside.
CHAPTER 8
CATARINA
“Do you,”the Officiant, who was dressed like Elvis paused, checking his notes, “Dustin LeBlanc, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, and to rock out with until the last years of your life?”
“I do,” he said and slipped the ring over my finger.
“And do you, ah, Catarina Vidal, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold until death do you part?”
“I do.”
I slipped the ring over his finger and brought my gaze up to his. My stomach churned with anxiety—or was that excitement?
I couldn’t mull over my thoughts for too long, because a few moments later his lips were on mine and he was kissing me like this was the thousand-and-first time he had kissed me, and not only did he know how I usually liked it, he also knew how to change things up.
His hands squeezed my ass and I moaned, and the witnesses faded away and it was just the two of us. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his stubble rub up against my cheeks. He hadn’t had that stubble even a few hours ago when I saw him in theelevator. A lot can happen in eight hours, apparently. Especially in Vegas.
While my mind raced with questions, his eyes were a beautiful distraction in front of me. My heart pounded and he led me down the stairs. He gave me his jacket before we headed outside and got into the limo. I looked at him and rubbed the scruff on his face with one hand and drank champagne with the other.
“This cava is delicious,” I said. “From Spain.”
He smiled and turned his head away from me, his eyes focused on something just beyond the window.
I studied his face, noticing his sudden distance. Although he was in the limo with me physically, He seemed million miles away, thinking about something else. I took another swallow of my drink and my phone buzzed. A text from Phoebe.
Phoebe: You okay? I’ve been seeing your snaps! Are these for real?!
Catarina: Oh yes. Got married
Phoebe: :O :O :O :O
The phone buzzed, but I wasn’t going to answer it. We were on our honeymoon, after all. The limo pulled up in front of our hotel and the world around us went out of focus. I put my phone on silent.
The next hour or so was a blur, as we went to the casino and showed off our rings, played slots, blackjacks, drank more, and generally made fools of ourselves having a fantastic time.
I had no idea what time it was, but I knew I felt high as we finally went up the elevator to his penthouse.
We held hands, in silence, waited until the porter had closed the door for us, and then I used the bathroom while he poured us a couple of drinks at the in-room bar.
When he came back, I took a hefty swig of my champagne and even though I thought I felt a buzz going through me, I couldn’t be sure. What with how high I was flying from the fact that I hadjust gotten freaking married.
Dustin grinned as we clinked glasses.
“So,” I asked after taking a big pull. “What do you want to do now?”
Dustin shrugged, and a deliciously wrong smirk came across his face. “Live happily ever after?”
We set our drinks down, and we both knew it was game on.
He pressed my body up against the bar. My hands frantically undid his belt buckle, zipper, and buttons on the front of his shirt.
“Now we’ve got to find out just how sexually compatible we are,” he growled in my ear as my dress came up over my shoulders.
