“I spent most of my life running,” I say, voice soft. “Not because I didn’t want love. But because I didn’t think I deserved something that would stay with me.” Theo’s eyes shine, and I want to cry and laugh at the same time. “But you,” I whisper, “you don’t feel like a trap. You feel likehome.”
His thumbs stroke over my knuckles as he whispers, “You are my home, Samantha.”
When we kiss, the whole rooftop erupts into cheers like we didn’t just do the most intimate thing two people can do in front of a small crowd.
Everything was perfect, and I just got married to the man of my dreams.
When we walk into the reception, I’m in awe of how warm it feels. And I’m not talking about temperature.
There are candles on every table, there’s good food, even better wine, and music low enough that people can actually talk and enjoy themselves.
I decided to change dresses because, while I wanted a small, intimate wedding, I also wanted to wear fashion statements and signature pieces. This dress is short, silky, and expensive, but I deserve it, and he deserves what’s underneath.
I’m halfway through my second glass of champagne when I see Nico. He’s leaning against the bar, smiling like trouble, and he’s watching Naomi like he’s decided she’s his next hobby. I can see that happening.
Good luck to him, though.
Naomi, naturally, looks like she’d rather swallow glass than flirt at my wedding. Nico slides up beside her, smooth as hell. “You look beautiful tonight.” Naomi doesn’t look at him. “I look expensive. There’s a difference.”
Nico grins. “I like expensive things.” She finally turns her head, giving him the kind of look that has ended men. “Are you hitting on me at my sister’s wedding?” she asks. “I’m appreciating you,” Nicocorrects. “There’s a difference.” Naomi’s mouth twitches. “That’s bold even for you.”
I cover my mouth to hide my laugh. Theo appears behind me, arms wrapping around my waist. “What are you laughing at?” he murmurs. “Your best friend is trying to get himself killed,” I whisper back.
Theo hums. “Nico’s been trying to die since 2012.”
Naomi says something sharp enough to cut diamonds. Nico laughs like he likes it. And I file it away in my brain because I know what this is. It’s a spark. But it is not my problem.
I start doing some rounds around the tables, thanking people for being here. Thank God there are only like six tables. His mom hugs me so tightly I almost cry again.
This night was exactly what I wanted.
Back in the apartment, the second the door closes, Theo’s composure cracks like a dam. His hands are on me, his mouth on mine, like he’s been holding back all day out of respect, and now he’s done being respectful. I laugh against his lips. “Hi, husband.”
Theo groans. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Like what?” I tease. “Like you want me to losecontrol.” I slide my hands up his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, I do.”
His eyes go dark. “Samantha.” I tug him closer. “Theodore.” My back hits the edge of the counter, and he steps between my legs, spreading them open. “You are getting too close, sir.”
“You areminenow, Samantha. You aremywife,” I nod and kiss him again.
I feel him drag my dress up, exposing my tights, as his hands reach my waist. He grabs the hem of my very expensive, very carefully chosen lingerie and tries to take it off. I stopped him right there. “Uh uh, sir. This lingerie was very expensive, and it deserves recognition.” He put his arms up and laughed at me. “Okay, turn around then.” I do, and he unzips my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I step out of it and turn around.
“Let me see you, Sam.” I just stood there, in my shiny white lingerie, as my husband watched me.
He started tracing all the hems of the bra, the straps slipping down my shoulders, one nearly exposing my nipple. He started kissing me, then my neck, my shoulder, my arm, my stomach, and he paused right before my waistband. He looks up at me and grabs one of my legs, putting it on his shoulder. He started kissing my knee, my thigh, and he landed right on the spot that made me clench my legs, and so wet I think I just ruined these panties.
He grabbed the other leg and put me exactly where he wanted me, on his face.
He licked and bit me. “You are ruining my panties.”
“I’ll buy you new ones.” I chuckled as he set me on the counter and took a step back.
“What?” He is looking at me like a starving man.
“You look so sexy, Sam.” I’m stupidly blushing right now. It is so strange how this man can be between my legs at any given moment of the day, anywhere, and I’m okay, but when he looks at me like that, I’m gone.
“You still have so many clothes on,husband.” He nods and starts undressing, and I just watch. When he is down to his briefs, I can see how hard and ready he is for me.
