The way he doesn’t look back makes my pulse spike.
And the way he keeps brushing his thumb over my knuckles like he’s barely holding himself together?
That might be the sexiest thing of all.
The cool night air brushes across my skin and I feel my head beginning to clear, the soft haze of alcohol slowly fading. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a quiet voice whispers that I just did something completely insane. Married a stranger in Vegas.
But I push the thought away before it can fully form.
Some things are better not examined too closely.
I hurry to keep up, my new ring catching the neon lights as we move through the night.
“My suite,” he grunts, his pace quickening. “It’s at the Wynn.”
Suite? Wynn?
I blink at him, trying to keep up.
Man.
My husband must be loaded.
3
JAKE
Wedding Night
The elevator at the Wynn glides upward with a smooth, silent confidence I’d normally appreciate.
Right now, it’s torture.
Talia stands beside me in the elevator, swaying slightly as she hums something under her breath, the tune barely recognizable. I can tell this isn’t drunkenness anymore. It’s just her brand of loose, carefree energy.
I like it.
When the elevator shifts, her hip bumps lightly into mine.
Electricity shoots through me instantly, and my mind flashes back to outside the chapel.
The way she wrapped her legs around my waist without hesitation.
The way she kissed me back.
The way her eyes dropped.
Lingering.
Low.
Heat floods my bloodstream all over again.
Her gaze had stayed there for a second too long, curiosity and hunger written all over her face as she took in the unmistakable evidence of exactly what she was doing to me.
I knew what she was thinking.
She wanted to touch.
