“Wait a minute.” Devlin had opened the door to our condo but stopped me before I could step inside. “I’m doing this right this time.”
Laughing, I felt myself be swept off my feet and cradled like a baby as he walked into the living room and kicked the door shut with his heel. With my arms looped around his neck, I kissed his cheek. “Thank you, although I kind of like thinking about our first wedding night. It makes me laugh now.”
“Me too.” He carried me down the hall and into our bedroom, the same one where I’d slept the night he proposed this crazy scheme. Where I’d thought about him out on the couch and tried not to want him in my bed. Where we’d spent so many nights since then, planning and dreaming and falling in love.
We’d talked about moving out, buying a bigger place, but had agreed that while the renovation was happening, it would be too much. There would be plenty of time down the road.
Beside the bed, he set me on my feet and switched on a lamp and stepped back to look at me. “As beautiful as you look in this white dress, there’s something I love about picturing you in that Two Buckleys sweatshirt.”
“I could put it on right now if you’d like.”
“Don’t you dare.” He pressed close to me, his hands traveling up my back. “I want less clothes on you, not more.”
Taking his handsome face in my hands, I looked up at him, my heart hammering beneath the satin and lace of my wedding dress. I imagined those blue eyes would make my knees weak for the rest of my life, and I was just fine with that. “Then you better get started on all those buttons.”
Groaning, he turned me to face the wall and began working his way down the line of tiny, satin-covered buttons, slipping them through the little loops. “What the fuck, this is going to take me all night. My hands are too big.”
I laughed, gathering my hair over one shoulder. I’d carefully removed Gran’s veil after the ceremony. “I love your big hands.”
He paused in his task to press his lips to the exposed curve of my throat. “I’ve been dying to get them on you all night. Do you know how hard it was for me to behave around you? It was agony.”
“You didn’t have fun at the wedding?”
“I did, but every time I looked at you, I wanted to toss you over my shoulder and carry you out of there. Come back here and be alone with my wife.”
Every time he said those words—my wife—in that possessive tone of voice, my body trembled with desire. “But we’ve been married now for eight months. You’re alone with your wife all the time. Every night.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He finished working the buttons through the loops and parted the dress, pushing the sleeves down my arms and then sliding it past my hips. “I’ll never get enough.”
Slipping the satin heels from my feet, I stepped out of the dress, and Devlin laid it across the bed. Underneath, I’d wore a strapless bustier and skimpy lace panties, and Devlin made quick work of removing those as well.
When I was naked, he turned me to face him, his eyes full of hunger. “That’s more like it,” he said, shrugging out of his suit coat. Taking much less care with it than he had with my dress, he tossed it to the floor. Then, with a masculine gesture that turned my insides molten, he loosened his tie and flicked open the top button of his shirt with one hand.
“Let me,” I whispered, reaching for his belt.
“Later.” Pushing my hands aside, he tipped me back onto the bed, dropped to his knees, and parted my thighs.
I moaned as his tongue stroked up my center, slow and firm and tantalizing. He knew all the little tricks I liked, and he performed every single one of them, never rushing toward the finish line, even though I knew how impatient he was—how impatient he always was—to be inside me.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched him devour me, and once, when his eyes met mine, felt the tension in my body ratchet up several notches. He slid two fingers inside me and used them in perfect harmony with his tongue to deliver a hot, quivering climax that left me shaking with need and crying out his name.
Rising to his feet, he yanked off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt while I sat up and unbuckled his belt. Undid his pants. Shoved everything in my way down his thighs.
His cock, thick and hard, sprang free. I grabbed it with both hands and ran my fists up and down its hot, steely length. He groaned when I ran my tongue around the tip, swept it across the velvety smooth crown. When I took him between my lips, inch by inch, a sound rumbled low in his throat, and he slid his hands into my hair.
“My wife,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, his hips beginning to move. “My wife.”
I worked my mouth and hands the way I knew he liked, the way that would make him come. I remembered our first wedding night, when he’d warned me to take a break unless I wanted a mouthful of him.
I’d wanted that mouthful—of course I had—and I wanted it now too. But this time, he wasn’t going to let me finish him off that way. Pulling out from my lips, he stepped back and wrestled off his dress shirt, whipped off his T-shirt, ditched his pants. Catching me beneath the arms, he moved me to the center of the mattress and stretched his body over mine. Eased his cock inside me.
“I need to feel you like this,” he said, sliding in deep.
“I won’t argue this time.” I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “My husband.”
“God, I love you,” he whispered. “I don’t even remember not loving you. Not wanting this life with you.”
“You don’t have to.” Moving my hands down his back, I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, gasping at the twinge when he hit me deep but loving it too.
We knew instinctively how to move by now, how to rock against one another, how to rub all the right places, how to drive each other to the brink and stay there, clinging like vines, bodies slick with sweat, breathing labored, Devlin’s guttural moans and my anguished cries blending together until it became too much to bear and all the tension between us released in a gorgeous, pulsing, shared rhythm—two hearts beating as one in almost unbearable bliss.
Afterward, we lay damp and content, Devlin’s head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and breathed in the delicious scent of him. “Tonight was so magical. I’m so glad your family was all there.”
“Me too.”
“By the way, is something going on with your brother Dashiel and Ari? They seemed very cozy on the dance floor.”
“Maybe? I wasn’t paying much attention to anyone but you.”
I sighed. “I’m so happy right now.”
“Good. Was the wedding everything you always dreamed about?”
“And then some. When I used to dream about it, I had no idea Snowberry would actually belong to me as I came down that staircase. I mean, to us.” I kissed the top of his head. “This dream is only possible because of you. Thank you for making it come true.”
He pressed his lips to my chest. “Thanks for sharing it with me.”
I smiled, my throat closing, my eyes filling with tears, my heart overflowing with love. “I want this forever,” I said.
“Then it’s yours, firefly.” He picked up his head and looked at me with those blue eyes that had captured my soul from the day we met. “It’s all yours.”
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