Chapter 35
The suite is bigger than our apartment, and there’s a giant bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and the TV covers practically the whole wall, and the bathtub…Landon and I will have no trouble having sex in there.
“Your parents win,” I say, leaping onto the bed with a giant smile on my face.
“No talk of parents in bed,” he scolds, hopping up next to me. My veil keeps tickling his chin, so he leans up on an elbow and puts a hand on my stomach.
“You look so hot,” I tell him, scratching my nails over his smooth face. “Shave more often.”
“I thought you liked my whiskers.”
“Only when you’re going down on me.”
He laughs, tossing his head back to the mattress. “That didn’t take long.”
“What?”
“For you to get naughty.” He hoists himself off the bed, then reaches out to help me. When I’m upright he grasps my hips and pulls me in to him, sending butterflies with jetpacks zooming around in my stomach.
“We’re going all night. Then all day tomorrow. Then the entire week of this honeymoon, because Lord Landon has been very blue. He misses his home.”
“That is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Landon chuckles and squeezes my waist twice. I take his hands and squeeze back. He looks at me as if I’ve fallen from the stars, his gray eyes burning every inch of my skin, my dress, my veil, even my manicured fingernails. There’s a slight pull of his lips before he says, “I don’t know if I want to take you out of this.” His hand curves up the bodice of my dress, and goose bumps cascade over my abdomen.
I reach to his tie and unhook the knot. “IknowI want you out of this.”
Hot butterflies parade through my stomach as he laughs against my cheek. I love that he still does that to me. It’s not just the anticipation of making love…but making lovewith him. My husband. I have a hubby now. He’s mine, mine, mine, and those butterflies swarm under my skin and I unbutton his top button, second button, third, fourth, fifth. I tumble my fingernails over the ridges of his stomach, kiss his chest where his heartbeat pounds under my lips. It’s not just his body that is mine, but his everything.
He swipes a thumb across my cheek, and I didn’t even realize I was crying, because I feel so warm and my mouth won’t do anything but smile. Landon strokes my hair, unlatching the clip holding my veil in. It slips through his fingers, grazing my shoulder as it floats to the floor. When his eyes meet mine, they glass over, but he smiles and cups my face like I’m made of fragile cotton candy.
“You’re my wife,” he whispers. As if it’s a prayer, a hope, a dream he never thought would come to reality. Mint breath covers my mouth before he drops a chaste kiss to my lips. “Mine.” His hands roam now, and mine grip his open shirt. He pulls me tight against his frame, his face burrows into my neck, and his hot hand splays across my exposed upper back. “You know what this means, right?”
“Sex!” I blurt, and he pulls away, laughter playing on his lips.
“It means you’re my family now.” His fingers lace with mine, and he brings them to his mouth. Then I kiss his knuckles in return. If he wants to be romantic and sweet tonight, that’s completely what I want, too.
Landon tucks my blond curls over my shoulder, walking around so he’s behind me. He pulls on my zipper, warm palms dip under the fabric, and he wastes no time sliding them around my stomach, then up to my breasts.
“What…is this?” he asks, pinching and flicking the material around my torso, and I realize that…I’m still wearing Spanx .
“Oh, balls.” I jerk out of his hold and start backward toward the bathroom.
His lips twitch up in his really-trying-not-to-laugh smirk. “Is that what married-people lingerie is?”
“You shut your mouth.”
I hold my dress closed and kick my bag into the large vanity area. “Two seconds.”
“Liz…”
“Please?”
“I wanted to take you out of that.” He nods to my gown.
“I promise you’ll want to get me out of what I put on.”
He sighs, shrugging out of his shirt. I hear him slump on the bed right before I shut the door to the bathroom.