He tilts his head and gives me a questioning look. “Do you really think so? You won’t mind having my name?”
It feels so right. I’ve made the right choice, and the content look on his face says he feels the same. For the first time, we’re completely connected. I want it to stay that way.
Resting my head on his shoulder, I nuzzle against his neck. “I’m proud to have your name, Luka.”
A warm kiss presses against my temple right before he tugs me upright and gives me a spin. The crowd cheers.
My heart cheers.
Everything feels exactly right, like my life with Luka is finally coming together perfectly. And as I look into his eyes, I know—I won’t let anything stand in the way of our future.
Brooklyn
Chapter 27
I’ve changed into a classy white pantsuit that looks amazing with my red heels, but all I can think of is how eager I am to have my new husband strip me naked.
The well wishes and cheers of our family and friends fade into the distance as we drive away in our limo. I indulged during dinner and ate two pieces of our gorgeous triple-layer strawberry champagne cake from Aimee’s and had more than a couple glasses of the thousand-dollar-per-bottle champagne. But while my soul is content, there’s one thing Ihaven’tgotten my fill of.I want my husband inside me, repeatedly, until we’re both too spent to move.
With a happy sigh, I settle into my seat and slip a hand onto Luka’s knee with a gentle squeeze. His arm slips around my shoulders and he pulls me in tight against his side. He also changed into something more comfortable for our long night of traveling ahead. I’ve wanted to wrap myself around him since the moment we locked eyes as I walked down the aisle. It’s an ache that hasn’t lessened a bit this entire time.
He kisses the top of my head. “You should get some rest. It’s going to be a long night.”
Playfully, I walk my fingers up his leg to the inside of his thigh. “Since when does Luka Zoric want to rest when he has the opportunity to do something more fun?” I press the button that closes the partition between us and the driver and give him a saucy wink. A dimple forms in his right cheek with the wicked smile he gives me.
“Darling, we’re going to Paris. I want nothing more than to fuck my wife for the first time with a view of the Eiffel Tower right outside my window.”
He stiffens as I brush my fingers along his crotch. “You want to wait that long?” I tease. “It’s a long flight.” Nuzzling into him, I take a draw of his masculine scent. “We could be on round three by the time we land.”
Luka takes my hand. “I love how eager you are. But I just want everything to be perfect.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he says.
I cup his jaw with my palm and lose myself in his eyes for a moment. Iameager. Now that I’ve decided what path I’m going to take and how I’m going to handle this marriage, I’m content. More than content. I’m happy. “The wedding was…unbelievable. Thank you.”
He nods and kisses my knuckles, drawing a shiver over my skin. “I didn’t have a lot of say in the planning, so the credit is all yours. You put on an amazing wedding, Brooklyn.”
“Thank you. Now it’s time for you to put on an amazing wedding night.”
He moves to run his fingers into the back of my hair where the curls hang down. I look up at him hungrily as he leans down to kiss me, but his lips are soft and gentle. Sparks of pleasure burst through my body as I enjoy the feel of his mouth, and the way his tongue dances slowly with mine. He takes his time, drawing out every zing of pleasure. I moan. My nipples tingle and I shift my hips to get closer to him, but it’s not enough. I want the length of my body pressed against his, our nakedness mingling with waves of heat and pleasure until we can’t take it anymore.My desire ratchets, promising to surpass any need I’ve had for him before.
This already feels different. Maybe because I’ve never had sex with Luka when I’ve been at peace with my intentions. I can’t wait to experience it now that I’m whole and confident. Sex with him is already amazing. This time? I shiver at the thought of how intense it could be.
His palm presses to mine as he pulls away, our fingers intertwining. I feel how much he wants me through that simple touch, how pleased he is with how today turned out.
“We’re almost to the airport.” Luka rights himself in the seat but doesn’t let go of my hand. I’ve never seen him this contentedly quiet before. A less confident version of myself might wonder if he’s having second thoughts or regrets, but I can feel how relaxed he is, and it makes my soul soar.We’re on the same page. It’s amazing.
The car exits the highway and soon, we’re parking at a runway where our private jet is waiting to take us to Paris. Luka helps me from the car, never letting go of my hand as we embark onto the plane. Ducking my head to enter, I pause to take it all in. This can’t be real!
“Wow.” I glance back at Luka, then do a double take as I fully enter the plane.
The interior is sleek, with cream-colored leather seats, a mahogany table, and gold trim around the oval windows. An arched doorway stands open, revealing a bedroom with a queen-sized bed and en-suite, fully functional bathroom. The front offers a mini-kitchen and wet bar. A flight attendant greets us as she appears from the kitchen area and immediately takes our bags.
“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Zoric. My name is Miranda and I’m here to serve your every need. We’ll take off as soon as you’re comfortably seated. Congratulations on your nuptials.”
The luxury is a bit overwhelming and I’m not sure where I’m supposed to sit. Luka gestures me to a plush double recliner against the back wall. There’s a mini fridge at the base of my seat. It’s filled with tiny bottles of alcohol and a variety of snacks. There’s also a heated blanket on the armrest, waiting to warm me up if I catch a chill.
