Epilogue
Zara
One year later
Istraddle Myles, pleasure thrumming through me. His hands trace my breasts, my tender nipples, sliding down the curve of my stomach to my clit, pleasuring me the way only he can.
He thrusts upwards, and I gasp as he fills me with his cock. I moan, riding him, sliding up and down as his fingers work their magic. I’ll never get tired of this.
He groans, shifting position, rolling me over onto my back. He hooks one of my legs over his arm, opening me to him, bracing himself as he slams in and out of me, his abs contracting. Pleasure rushes through me like waves and I arch my back, playing with my nipples, offering them to his hungry mouth. His raven hair falls forwards, his grey eyes dark with desire. He bends his head, kissing me, his hands and mouth moving on my skin as I spiral towards ecstasy, taking him with me.
When it’s over we lie together for a while, limbs entwined, our breath slowing. Absolute bliss. Myles kisses my neck, his hand moving lazily across me, tweaking my nipple.
“How was that, Mrs Brandon?”
“I suppose it will do, Mr Brandon,” I say. “Though I do think we need to do it again, just to be sure.” I smile, love shimmering through me as I take his hand and bring it to my lips, kissing the platinum ring on his finger.
There’s a matching band on my ring finger, though mine is studded with diamonds to match my engagement ring. We threw a huge party when we got engaged, and it was wonderful. But when it came to actually getting married, we decided to do things differently.
“Hmmm.” Myles nuzzles my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “I’m sure that can be arranged.” His hand sweeps down my stomach, along the curve of my waist and my hip. “Although I’m feeling in need of breakfast. Nice as this bed is, we might want to get out of it at some point.”
“We might.” I’m unwilling to go anywhere, despite the fact my stomach is growling. “But we could just get up and bring the food back here. It’s not like anyone is waiting for us.”
“Hmm, this is true.”
His cock is stiffening against me again and I reach down to touch him, enjoying the silky smoothness. “I’m glad it’s just the two of us now.” I continue stroking him, his hard length twitching against my hand. “I love our friends, and their kids, but this is?—”
“Perfect.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “The honeymoon we needed.” His brows draw together slightly. “Although technically, there are three of us.” His hand comes to my stomach again and he kisses me, a deep kiss full of love. “You’ve made me happier than I could have ever imagined,” he murmurs against my mouth. The kiss deepens, his tongue sweeping my mouth. His hand comes to mine on his cock, tightening my grip, sliding up and down. “And don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, minx.”
I should have realised, when we were on the yacht in the Mediterranean, what was going on. I thought it was just seasickness but, after the third day of me throwing up, Sally and Eloise finally took me aside and told me I needed to take a test. I’d done it later that night, with Myles in our cabin. When it came back positive he’d hugged me for what felt like an hour, tears in his grey eyes. I’d been just as emotional, the two of us wiping each other’s faces in between kisses, amazed at what we’d created.
And now he alternates between treating me as though I need to be wrapped in cotton wool, and making love to me until I’m weak with pleasure. It’s pretty perfect, to be honest.
“’I don’t know what you mean.” I take in a breath as his hand slides lower, his thumb coming to my clit. I shift beneath him, my legs opening so the tip of his cock slides against me.
“You’re insatiable,” he groans, nipping my neck as he thrusts into me again.
“We can stop if you like,” I gasp, as he starts to move. “If you’re hungry.”
He lifts himself, bracing himself on his muscular arms, his body stilling against mine. He stares down at me, his mouth swollen with my kisses, his grey eyes hooded with desire. “The only thing I’m hungry for,” he rocks his hips against me and I moan, “is you. Do you want me to stop?”
I pull him down to me again. “We can eat later.”
Our wedding was perfect, too. We’d flown our friends and their kids to a villa on Lake Como, for what we told them was a wedding planning session. With Scott as Myles’s best man, and Eloise as my maid of honour, it made sense. But when they got there, we’d surprised them. After dinner, Myles had led Scott, Sally, Anwar and the kids through to one of the ancient stone courtyards in the villa, while I made Eloise come upstairs with me.
She’d started crying as soon as she saw the white lace dress hanging on my wardrobe door, understanding immediately. She helped me get changed, putting the flower crown in place, laughing through her tears at my decision to go barefoot.
When we got down to the courtyard, even though I’d had an idea of how it would look, my heart still skipped a beat. The space was full of lanterns, all lit with candles, rose petals scattered across the old paving stones, an echo of our first night together. A celebrant from the nearby village was the only other person there, his copy of our vows tucked in one hand. Myles, serious in cream linen trousers and shirt, his hands clasped behind his back, stood with Scott. His raven hair was pushed back from his handsome face, and he only had eyes for me as I walked towards him on Eloise’s arm. The kids were cheering, Sally and Anwar trying to keep them quiet, and Scott couldn’t stop grinning.
My memory of the rest of the evening is a bit of a blur, lots of hugs and dancing and kissing, rings on our fingers, rose petals in our hair. Then, as night fell over the gleaming lake, Myles rowed me out to a private yacht moored just offshore from the villa. We spent our first blissful night as husband and wife under the Italian moon, making love over and over. Like I say, perfect.
And now, as I float back to earth, Myles’s body still joined with mine, I wonder how on earth I got to be so lucky.
Myles smooths my hair back from my brow, collapsing on me. “You’re going to kill me, wife, but I swear I’ll die happy.”
Wife. I like that word. I like how he feels as well, his weight crushing me into the bed. I wrap my arms around him, determined not to let him go, but my stomach obviously has other ideas, growling so loudly Myles lifts his head.
“That’s it,” he says, pulling out and rolling off me. “You, and our child, need food.”
