Perfect and mine.
Her laugh fills the space as I press in closer. “Really? You can’t wait a whole two minutes?”
“No, not when it comes to my wife,” I growl. My lips drop to her jaw, her neck, skimming my nose along the column. I inhale the heady scent of her and let myself tumble over some metaphoric ledge to just get lost in her. This woman,my wife—that’s a fucking trip every time the thought pops into my mind—is everything I never wanted but everything I needed.
I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like Emerald in my life, but I’d have done it sooner if I knew this would be the outcome.
“Saint,” Emerald laughs breathlessly, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
The elevator dings, and I don’t waste any time before scooping her off the ground and into my arms. Five long strides later, and I’m swiping the keycard to the penthouse suite at the most expensive hotel in Vegas. Did I need to splurge the way I have? No. But I don’t really care as long as the bed’s big enough.
I trap Emerald beneath me as the door closes. “Alone at fucking last.”
She gives a glowing grin, looping her arms around my neck. “It’s so convenient that Jacquetta offered to take the girls shopping and Christian is taking Jaspar to a movie.”
“I think they know we’ll be otherwise occupied for the foreseeable future.”
Her grin grows, and I push her into the door a little more, my leg slotting between hers as my head dips, dropping my lips along her neck.
I pull back and look at her.My wife.
Fucking finally.
I brush the inky hair back from her face. “I love you, Emerald.”
“I love you too.”
“Good.”
“Now just shut up and kiss me, Saint.” And our mouths crash into each other in a crazed, desperate display of need and desire. I grip the back of her thighs, winding her legs around my waist as her fingers sink into my hair, our bodies working in unison to get as close as physically possible.
I carry her to the bed, laying her against its plush comforter. The thought of how Emerald feels around me, in my arms, the taste of her, has been distracting me all goddamn day.
I should have known that the moment Emerald sat in that car and thought I was a cop, I was a goner.
And I should have known she was going to be the best kind of trouble.
I pull back and nudge her nose with mine. “I plan to take my time with you, Emerald. So that you know just who you belong to.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she nods. Fuck me if it doesn’t have me harder by the second. “Good. Because I plan on making sure you know who you belong to as well,” she says in a husky voice.
Jesus. Christ. And all the fucking saints. This woman is going to make me come like some teenager before I even get the chance to sink inside her.
Her body writhes under me, desperately searching for something to dull the ache I know is building between her thighs.
My hand pulls the zipper at the back of her dress. And it’s on the floor with one firm shuck.
My mouth waters. “Emerald…”
“Yeah?”
She has the goddamn audacity to play innocent when she’s laying beneath me in some barely-there lingerie set in white lace.Fuck.
“You had that on the whole time?”
“Yes,” she practically purrs.
“Expensive?”