Page 61 of Forever Zara

“You would tempt the devil.” She puffed. Feeling squirmy inside, needing his hands and his mouth on her in the worst way.

“Do I tempt you?”

The bad-biker-man knew he did because he was smiling cocksure and sexy as hell.

“Every day of my life.”

Wasn’t that the truth?

Rider had been the only man who could have given her the sexual confidence she needed to rebuild herself. A glance from him showed her he desired what he saw. A touch from his calloused hands could send her into a tailspin of sticky need.

There were close to two hundred people in the opulent banquet room, and she saw only one man, looking at her with love.

She wanted him too.

Right now.

Rider chuckled and kissed the side of her face. “There she is, my wild woman simmering under the innocence of a blushing bride. Fuckin’ love you, Zara.”

And that’s what they had.

So much love, it was unfeasible some days, to hold all that love inside her.

They weren’t perfect. Not by a long shot.

But they were perfect for each other.

They would always have each other’s backs, this much she knew.

Tonight she would dance her sexy man’s ass off before spending the night in the honeymoon suite. Tomorrow they would head to Cabo for seven whole days.

It was going to be biker-man bliss.

They planned a much longer family European vacation in the summer.

“We did it,” she whispered against his lips, feeling them stretch into a saucy grin. The black wedding band she’d pushed onto his finger kept drawing her eye. Had she known how visceral she felt seeing that symbol of their union on his hand, she would have rushed him to a celebrant long ago.

Even Zara was still learning lessons.

She had nothing to fear by changing their status quo.

If anything, she loved him even more, today than ever before.

“My wife,” he gruffed because he knew that shit turned her on.

If he were lucky, it would be Zara dragging her man out of there before the party broke up.

Bikers were notorious party animals. They could go all night.

Her husband especially.

Husband.Sigh. Zara grinned, slipping her hand into his. “Dance with me again.”

He did.

Over and over.

They partied with all their friends and family before her parents took the kids back to Zara’s house. And the party went on for a few more hours.

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