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I nod once. “Iceland.”
She just stares at me. Then, she finds a fuckload of energy and sits up. “Oh my god, Gage. It’s cold there. You know I hate being cold.”
“Exactly. You’ll have to stay inside the whole week. Preferably in bed. Preferably naked. Preferably with my face between your thighs.”
She looks unimpressed. “Have you forgotten I’m on my period?”
My gaze drops to her mouth, then her throat, then her fucking collar that’s peeking from under my shirt. And it takesevery last scrap of my wedding-day self-control not to remind her who she married.
“Your period has an end date. And when it’s over, you won’t leave that bed unless I’m carrying you.”
“We’re not staying in Iceland forever.”
“We’re staying as long as we need.”
She blinks. “What?”
“You heard me. I’m not leaving that country until I’ve had you every way I want you.”
She reaches for my forearm, curling her fingers around it tightly. “Gage,” she starts, like she’s about to argue with me, but her voice tells me otherwise.
I sit up and search her eyes, my entire body feeling as intense as my heart. “You think I can make it through days of not fucking you and then walk away without filling you full of me?” I rub my thumb over her lip. “Not a fucking chance in hell that’s happening on our honeymoon. We’re making memories that you won’t ever forget, Amelia. And then we’re making some more.”
I brush a rough kiss across her lips.
“You married a man who would have waited forever for you, Princess. And now that you’re mine, I won’t ever be rushed.”
CHAPTER 32
AMELIA
“Okay,” Tim says, scandalized during our FaceTime call on the fourth day of my honeymoon. “Let me get this straight. You are four—four—days into your honeymoon, and you’re telling me that the man you married has not dicked you into another dimension yet?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, Tim. That is correct.”
There’s a gasp, followed by some sort of dramatic thud. Probably him collapsing onto his couch.
“Are you dead?” I ask.
“Emotionally,” he breathes. “I’m emotionally deceased.”
“He’s being respectful.”
“HE’S BEING WHAT?”
I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling.
“He knows I don’t want sex while I’m on my period.”
“Wait. Don’t tell me he’s gone all this time with nothing.”
I roll my eyes. Seriously, the way some men carry on. Like four days issuch a long time.
“I didn’t saynothing.”
