Page 320 of Vicious Temptation

“Not in the last ten minutes,” I murmur against his lips.

“The most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.” His hand slides over the fabric at my waist. “And this dress… Fuck, this dress.”

It was the first one I tried on, and I didn’t need to see any others. The moment they laced it up and I stood in front of the mirror, I knew it was the one I wanted to wear down the aisle to the love of my life.

Black lace, just like mom’s.

The way Thiago looks at me now tells me he’s a lot less interested in how good I look in it than how quickly he can get his wife out of it.

“Don’t even think about ripping it.”

His grin turns downright sinful. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. I know that look.”

He only looks more pleased with himself before he catches my mouth in another kiss, distracting me from the way he’s been staring at my dress like he’s already planning its demise.

A few hours later, the change in pressure has me looking toward the window again. This time, Thiago doesn’t stop me. The plane dips lower, and lights stretch across the ground beneath us as we make our descent. I glance at the time on my phone, then back outside.

Just over four hours in the air, and my brain immediately starts doing the math.

Depending on our speed and how much time we spent climbing and descending, we’ve traveled somewhere around fifteen hundred miles. We’re also an hour behind Philadelphia, which narrows things down.

“We’re somewhere in Texas.”

Thiago’s mouth curves. “That a question?”

“No.” I point at him. “And don’t look so impressed. You married a woman who calculates quarter-mile times for fun.”

“I married a woman who was supposed to stop asking questions.”

“Yeah, that was never going to happen.” I lean closer to the glass when something brushes against my hand. I turn to find Thiago holding a black silk blindfold.

“No.”

He laughs. “Again, I haven’t said a word.”

“You’re holding a blindfold. I don’t need a full briefing to know where this is going.”

“Turn around, chama.”

“Absolutely not. I just spent four hours narrowing down an entire country, and now you want to take away my last chance to figure this out?”

He shifts closer, clearly enjoying himself far too much. “You said you trust me.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m making this easy for you.”

“Humor your husband, Remi Isabel Braga.”

I give him a look. “You’re already abusing the husband privileges.”

“I’m testing the limits.” He lifts the blindfold between us. “Now, turn around, wife.”

There he goes with that word again. I sigh dramatically, send him a wink, then gather my hair over one shoulder as I turn my back to him.

“If you mess up my hair, I’m taking it off.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”