He didn’t want to stop kissing her. He never wanted to let her go. Some days, it felt as if he’d lived a lifetime without her, and when Nash thought of all the years they’d been apart…
Never want that again. Only want her.
Slowly, very, very slowly, he let Delaney slide to her feet. Her body brushed against his. She still wore the wedding dress that she’d made. To him, she looked like some sort of fairytale princess. The most perfect vision he’d ever seen.
She smiled at him. Her hands went to the back of the dress, and he heard a low hiss.
The zipper gave way. The fabric pooled at her feet. And Delaney…
“Fuck.” That was pretty much all he could manage. Delaney had not been wearing any underwear beneath her wedding dress. Her pert nipples thrust toward him. Her curving hips tempted him, and that sweet, sweet paradise between her legs promised him the best pleasure of his life.
“Yes, I thought we’d do that. At the first opportunity.” She stepped out of the dress. Kicked it to the side as if she hadn’t spent hours and hours painstakingly making the dream gown. “I would very much like to fuck my husband.”
He reached out. Caught her left hand. Brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Make love,” he corrected. “It’s always love with you.”
She smiled at him. Her smile made him want to take on the world.
He picked her up again. She laughed, and her legs curled around him. Her bare sex pushed over the front of his tuxedo pants. His eager cock shoved against her, and he wanted nothing more than to sink into Delaney. To get lost in her again and again.
He carried her to the bed. Champagne chilled on the nightstand. Just as it had chilled in their Vegas honeymoon suite.
But this scene was so different from Vegas. There were no more threats. No more fears. He had Delaney. She knew all of his secrets. She loved him.
He lowered her onto the bed. His hands trembled faintly as he touched her. Carefully, tenderly, he put her on the edge of the mattress. Then he began to strip. Her eyes drifted over him as he tossed away his tux coat. As he unbuttoned his shirt.
His thick cock ached with need.
My wife. I want my wife.
There was no one in this world he would ever want more.
He ditched the rest of his clothes in record time. Yet before he could reach for her, Delaney rose. Naked, she reached for the champagne. She poured him a glass. Poured herself one.
He took one champagne flute from her hand.
“To forever,” Delaney said.
Hell, yes.
Their glasses lightly touched. He drained his champagne. It was good. Light. Sweet. But he knew something even sweeter. And he would be tasting that.
She took a few sips from her drink. Even as she was putting the flute back down, he was tumbling her into the big bed. His hands were hungry and eager. His mouth demanding and caressing at the same time. He kissed her breasts. Licked her nipples and sucked hard, savoring every single bit of her.
My wife.
Down, down he went. Pushing her thighs wide as he slid between her legs. But…
He stopped.
“Nash?”
He reached for her champagne flute.
“What are you doing?” Delaney asked.
He poured a little of that champagne between her thighs.
She gasped. “Nash!”
