Page 45 of The Tiger's Secret Baby (Savage Shifters Special Ops 4)

The pastor turned to me and said, “Do you, Ember Tompkins, take this man, Damian Reynolds, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, to be faithful to him, as long as you both shall live?”

Once again, Rose piped up. “She will.”

The pastor chortled and then waited for me to speak for myself.

“I do,” I said.

“As Damian and Ember have grown in knowledge and love of one another, and because they have agreed in their desire to go forward in life together, seeking an even richer, deepening relationship, and because they have pledged to meet sorrow and joy as one, I now pronounce them man and wife.”

He looked at Damian and said, “You may now kiss your bride.”

“Only a peck, though,” Rose said. “We’re too young to see that mushy stuff,” She declared.

“Remind me to beat her later,” Damian said, in a fake whisper that was loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Apparently, Rose was going to make sure that we were married. The only thing she was missing was the shotgun,” I said.

As the laughter rang out, Rose said, “We just couldn’t stand to see you moping around any more, and no one wanted you to back out because you thought you were doing the right thing. I was going to make sure that you married our daddy.” She stood with her arms crossed and her foot tapping against the floor.

“She got that part from you,” Damian said.

The reception was fantastic. As Damian and I had everything that we needed as a couple, we asked for donations or pledges of help to build a playground and exercise equipment for the kids. Our guests came through for us, and we would have enough money and help to build the area for the children.

We laughed, and we danced, and we sang. Everyone had a great time, especially the kids. When the party wound down, the kids left, and everyone went home, Damian and I got ready for our honeymoon – in the bedroom. There was no place we would rather be than in our house with our family.

Once we got there, I took out my cell phone and found the song I wanted.Could I Have this Dance for the Rest of My Life,by Anne Murray. It was one of my all time favorite songs.

I held out my hand, and Damian took it. We held each other close and swayed to the beat of our hearts.

When the song ended, Damian said, “I am yours forever.” He leaned down and captured my lips in his, so tenderly, it was like the merest brush of a soft breeze in a warm summer night.

He reached around and unzipped my dress. He helped me carefully step out of it and lay it across the chair.

My fingers found the tiny buttons on his tuxedo shirt, revealing tiny bit by tiny bit, his sexy hard chest. I put my palm on his heart, knowing that it was beating for me at that moment. My fingers ran though the dusting of reddish blond hair that graced his pecs and led down to his firm abdomen.

I slid his shirt off of him, laying it on my dress. I made short work of his slacks, and slid them and his underwear down his legs and tossed them over to the chair.

Kissing his ankle, I moved up his leg to the inside of his thigh. I traveled slow, reveling in the sensation of his hard, muscular legs.

He drew in a sharp breath as I got close to his hard cock that stood proudly from between his legs. I ignored it, though, and simply shifted my attention to his other ankle, my lips grazing his finely sculpted limbs.

When I, once again, arrived at his thick shaft, I avoided it, moving to his flat abdomen. With the flat of my tongue I licked my way to his chest.

Cupping my face with his hands, he turned my face up to his and once again captured my mouth with his. He traced my lips with his tongue before pushing that pink member into my mouth. Our tongues danced together, enflaming the heat that had been smoldering inside of us all day.

I moaned against his mouth, loving how his kiss tasted and how it made me feel.

He slowly backed me over to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. His teeth lightly nipped my lips and tongue, before swiping his tongue over the areas his teeth had just bit.

Damian pushed me gently against the bed and I laid on it, loving the feel of the cool, silkiness sensation of the Egyptian cotton sheets.

He stared down at my naked body until I started to feel a little self conscious. I moved my arms to cross them over my chest, but he stopped me.

“I love looking at your beautiful, curvy body. Just looking at you turns me on so very much. I am one lucky man.”

I grinned at him and said, “And it’s about time that you realized it.”

Climbing on the bed next to me, he traced my body with his fingertips. Goosebumps blazed across my skin at the whispery softness of his touch.

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