I guide her to the open area of the room and turn her to face me. I wrap my arms around her as she drapes hers around my neck.
“You’re going to dance with me?” she asks, her voice full of astonishment.
“It’s your wedding day, beautiful girl. I’m going to give you every part of it that you want.”
“I want to dance and then go to the honeymoon phase.”
My cock hardens immediately, and I press it into her leg. Her eyes widen as she feels what she does to me.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
The first few notes of “How Long Will I Love You” by Ellie Goulding begin on the piano, Brian starting to sing the lines. Jada’s eyes sparkle.
“How did you know?” she whispers.
“Know what?”
“This song. I always think of you when I hear it! Why did you pick this?”
I smirk, letting my fingers play against the top of her back. Her skin is warm, and silky, and the intimacy of the wedding is starting to wear off. I want to be with her intimately. Now.
Just a bit longer.
“Well, honestly, Kari gave me a list and let me choose. I wanted it to be ‘Gorilla’ by Bruno Mars, but she nixed that.”
“Thank God.” Jada giggles. “That would be weird with my father sitting over there.”
I shrug. We sway to the music, and I try to do what Max said and commit this to memory.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, watching me closely.
“That I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. That I don’t know how I managed to get you to say yes, but you did, and I’ll never let you go back on all the promises you made to me today.”
“I’d have to want you not to let me.” She rises up and kisses me sweetly. “Thank you for everything today. Everything was perfect, just beyond anything I ever expected. You blew my mind today,Mr. Alexander.”
“Let’s ditch this party and go upstairs so I can blow it again,Mrs. Alexander.”
SIXTY-NINE
Jada
The room iscool and dark when we arrive. The bedroom double doors are open, and candlelight flickers inside, casting shadows over the walls. The blinds are pulled shut, the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas, Sin City, out of reach. It’s just my husband and me.
Cane closes the door behind him, and I feel him nearing me. I stand in the center of the room, my breath rushing in and out in anticipation.
He plants a tender kiss on the back of my neck, sending a jolt of energy through my body. I moan softly, not for the eroticism of the act but for its sweetness.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” His words are hot on my skin, his voice barely above a whisper. “Have I told you how amazed I am that you went through with it?”
I grin, turning to face him. His features are even sexier in the dim light, his jawline catching the rays of light and appearing even more angular than usual. A touch of scruff is just beginning to appear, and I reach out and run the pads of my thumbs across his cheeks.
“Have I told you that you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen?”
His lips touch mine, his kiss as tender as his words. When he pulls back, his eyes are full of what only can be called reverence.
“I never thought I’d get married, Jada. And I sure as fuck didn’t think I’d be this damn happy about it.”
I laugh, watching his lips upturn. The boyish smile, the one I love more than all the others, the one I’m sure no one sees but me, becomes visible.
