But this time, the stubborn man wouldn’t budge.Īfter the Twin Pines banquet workers cleared the dinner plates, the head table was disassembled to make room for the wedding dance and members of the wedding party were relocated. Normally he’d spill his guts if she bribed him with unlimited, no-strings-attached sexual favors. Jack hadn’t told her where they were spending their two-week island honeymoon beyond the cryptic hint that she only needed to pack beachwear-preferably a dozen skimpy bikinis. Then his brother Justin snagged his attention and he turned away. He kissed her temple and said, “It’s a surprise,” for the millionth time. “So where are we going in one hour and fifty-nine minutes?” When they broke apart, Jack murmured, “Two more hours and I swear we’re outta here.” If she wanted to make out with her husband, she damn well would.
Knowing what the crowd of family and friends wanted, Keely twined her arms around Jack’s neck and gave him a long, wet, tongue-tangling kiss that probably caused some guests to squirm in their seats. The chinking of silverware hitting glassware crescendoed.
“I would if it meant you’d employ some caveman tactics and drag me off to your cave.
“You certainly get off on saying my wife.” His voice dropped an octave and the possessive rumble vibrated through her in an electric caress. “As much as I can’t wait to roll around naked with you, if we skip out early, your dad will kill me, turning you into a widow before you’ve had a chance to be a wife.” Why are we still stuck at the reception? No one would care if we left.” Why aren’t we rolling around in bed nekkid right now?” she demanded in a fierce whisper. “Bringing up sex when we aren’t having any just makes me cranky, Jack.” Keely sighed again, not out of annoyance, but out of pure pleasure. She really and truly was married to this gorgeous, sexy, intense man.
She closed her eyes and inhaled his familiar scent: cologne, starch on his shirt collar and the underlying hint of his heated flesh. Keely turned her head so his five o’clock shadow scraped her jaw. His warm breath sent goose bumps cascading down the right side of her body. Jack leaned closer and whispered, “Stop sighing.” She wished it were over-which truly was saying something, since it was her wedding reception. This was the longest wedding reception in the history of the world.
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