“I see you as my wife now. A woman. A desirable one who I want to fuck senseless.”
“You’re a little crude, aren’t you, darling?”
His low chuckle makes me smile.
“A little crude? I should up my game because sweetheart, I’m probably the crudest man you will ever meet.”
“Here’s hoping.” I toss my eyes and he leans closer, his lips hovering against mine.
“I can be really crude if you like.”
“How much more?”
“How much can you take given that you were a virgin a few hours ago?”
“I wonder if many virgin nuns have almost ripped a man’s clothes off before and demanded sex? Taken it even.”
My wry smile causes him to chuckle.
“Not many, I’m guessing, but I doubt you were the first. I mean, that’s a lot of sexual tension building up over the years. You can’t fight nature, baby, no matter how much you try.”
“Will you fuck me now, Simeon?”
I giggle at the sudden spark in his eyes and add, “I mean, we have a business contract to uphold, and I must be with child by Tiffany’s twenty-fifth birthday.”
“We have time, two years at a rough guess.”
“Two years of trying, or we could be pregnant already.”
For some reason, that thought fills me with excitement. Another life. A piece of me and a piece of him, creating one tiny human who will depend on us.
It’s an emotional thought, and suddenly anything else concerning me now ceases to matter.
“Please, Simeon, I want to, well, improve.”
He throws his head back and laughs.
“Improve?” He shakes his head. “You are already perfect.”
His soft smile attracts me far more than his surly strength, and he runs his thumb over my lips and whispers, “It’s our honeymoon and we are in the perfect place for that.”
“We are.”
He drops his hand and catches mine, pulling me from the bed and leading me over to the window.
He stands behind me, his arms securing my body against his, and strokes my skin, the robe I went to bed in falling open at his touch. My body screams for him, the moonlight our only source of light, and he eases the robe off my shoulders, leaving me standing naked against the glass.
“What if someone sees us?”
“Is that a bad thing?”
He kisses my neck, sending flutters of desire through my entire body.
“It matters to me.”
“It shouldn’t matter.”
“Why not?”
