“You looksobeautiful,” he breathes right before the officiant begins.
“Dearly beloved . . .”
“HAPPY, MRS. STEVENS?” KAYNE ASKSas we sway steadily to the encore of our wedding song.
“Deliriously, Mr. Stevens.” When Kayne suggested taking my last name, I was a little stunned at first. But when he explainedwhy,there was no way could I refuse. He finally has a home and the family he’s deserved all along.
“You almost ready to sneak out of here?” he asks, his breath tickling my ear.
“Yes.” I nestle up against him as David Cook sings about fading and colors bleeding into one.
“Me, too,” he growls, pulling me closer.
I grasp onto the last seconds of the song, trying to memorize what’s left of the night. Pink candle holders hanging from fishing wire over the round tables on the beach. The devoured red velvet cupcake tower, my parents talking and laughing, Jett holding his infant daughter, Layla, and Tara and Juice dancing way too close for comfort a few feet away.
When the song ends, Kayne still holds me close, kissing my temple lovingly.
We didn’t accept any gifts for the wedding. Instead, we asked for donations to our foundation. To Catch a Falling Star. Kayne, Jett, London, and I started it a few months ago. It was my second positive thing to concentrate on. It gives victims of sexual abuse and human trafficking a chance to see paradise. We’ve already sent over twenty families on the vacation of their dreams. I plan to expand the organization once I finish college.
“Let’s go.” Kayne tugs on my hand to start our hurried goodbyes.
As we walk to the elevator, we catch sight of Juice and Tara huddled in a corner, kissing. Kayne tries to let go of my hand, no doubt to interrupt them, but I pull him back.
“Leave them alone. They’re consenting adults.”
Kayne frowns just as the elevator doors open. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
I giggle and haul him inside. “I’m the only consenting adult you have to worry about at the moment.” I pull his face to mine and kiss him passionately, dying for the feel of his tongue against mine.
“Mmm.” He pushes me up against the wall, easily distracted as he devours me, running his hands all over my body, causing my nipples to harden instantly.
The doors ding open, and we break apart restlessly. Before we exit the elevator, Kayne lifts me into his arms.
“What are you doing?!” I throw my arms around his neck.
“Carrying you over the threshold. Duh.” He steps out, and then walks down the hall to our suite.
I laugh freely as we walk through the living room toward the bedroom, then inhale sharply when he opens the door and we are engulfed in candlelight. There must be one hundred white pillar candles lit all around the room.
“Someone was busy,” I muse.
“Who?” He responds sarcastically.
“Did we take a funny pill tonight?” I ask as he sets me down.
Kayne shakes his head. “A happy pill.”
“Same differen—” The last syllable of the word is cut off as he smothers me with a kiss so deep, he actually forces me to lean back.
“As much as I love you in this dress, it’s time for it to come off,” he pants as he pulls at the straps, yanking the top straight down. I barely have time to unzip before he rips it completely off. Animal. He then starts pushing me toward the bed, our mouths fused together, his hands kneading my naked breasts.
“Did you like my wedding present?” I ask as he forces me down.
He pauses, ogling me wickedly. “I loved it. I had to go jerk off in the bathroom while I looked at it.”
I smile. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what to give Kayne as a wedding present. The logical answer was me. So I had an ultra-sexy boudoir album made. Lots of lacy underwear, pearls, and bows. It was one step above a porno magazine.
“By the way, who took those pictures?” His eyes storm.
