I place a kiss in Emma’s hair. “Come on. Let’s go and have a glass of champagne.”
She smiles. “I like the sound of that.”
Noah’s got the others tonight. Emma and I wanted a night alone, so we’re booked into a nearby hotel, and when they’re ready, Noah will take the girls and Jason home with him.
I can’t wait to get my wife alone.
Chloe and Hunter booked the hotel for us as a wedding present, and it’s incredible.
They don’t have a bridal suite, but the bottle of champagne on the table in an ice bucket is gratefully received.
“It’s so lovely here,” Emma says.
She opens the sliding door to the balcony, the salty sea breeze filling the room.
“You’re lovely.”
Emma holds out her hand, and I take it. In the short time we’ve been getting to know one another, I’ve never seen the happiness in her eyes the way she has now.
“I love you,” she says. “And I missed you so much, for so many years. I can’t believe we’re here.”
“And you’re my wife.”
I emphasise the last two words and her smile lights up the whole room.
“My husband.” She gives my hand a squeeze.
Reaching for her, I pull her into my arms. “Should we have a drink before bed?”
She shivers.
“Baby, I’m not expecting anything from you tonight. I just want to hold you.”
“A drink would be nice.”
Emma laughs when I pop the cork on the champagne, and I pour two half glasses.
She’s not used to it, and I’m not keen on going overboard.
We have the whole night.
She takes small sips of her drink. We only had half a glass each after the wedding. I needed to drive, and the last thing I want is for Emma to get drunk on her wedding night and completely ruin things for her.
“Today was magical,” she says.
“I’m glad. I wanted it to be special, even if we rushed it.”
“Do you really think we can keep Dad at bay?”
Emma places her drink on the table. I follow suit and grasp her hands in mine.
“I really do. Together, we’ll be unstoppable.”
Her cheeks flush pink and she drops her gaze.
I love that I have this effect on her—that our attraction bloomed despite the years. This isn’t any kind of marriage of convenience, no matter what she might think.
“How about we take this to the bedroom?” I murmur.
