“I wanna fuck you morning, noon and night, Sunny, as many times as I can. Being connected to you that way is a matchless feeling. You get me?”
She did. She felt the same way and couldn’t articulate the feeling until Seb had put it into words.
“Marrying you yesterday was the best day of my life. You know that, yeah? Watching you walk toward me in that beautiful dress and seeing you smiling made the waiting so worth it. And even without the best sex of my life, I’m happy, Sunshine. Being near you makes me happy. You make my world spin. And now you’re all mine.”
“Best sex of your life?” she bit her lip, smiling, and Seb burst out laughing.
“I pour my guts out telling you how happy you make me, and all my virgin wife hears is about sex? I’ve created a pervert in twenty-four hours.”
Once they stopped laughing, the atmosphere swirled with soft emotions. No truth was more accurate than how crazy in love Sunny was with Sebastian.
So, she took the initiative and kissed his face.
“We’re on our honeymoon, so honeymoon me, husband.”
Seb growled, grabbed Sunny’s waist, and gently threw her on a soft-cushioned white couch. He followed her down on top of her.
And that’s where they stayed for most of the afternoon. Making out, talking, eating snacks, and fooling around without going all the way for sore reasons.
That night, she dressed in a floaty knee-length dress, her hair clipped on top of her head, and her wedding ring sparkling under the chandelier in the hotel restaurant. In his black jeans and casual shirt, Seb caught more than one female gaze as they walked, hand in hand, to their table. He kissed her bare shoulder as he seated her and took the opposite chair.
“What’s that look for?” he half-smiled after the server had taken their drinks order.
“Just my stud muffin getting admiring looks from everywhere.”
Bless him, Seb didn’t even look around to see who might be watching him. His eyes burned as he grasped her hand, adorned with his ring, and kissed her inner wrist.
“I only give a shit if you’re looking at me.”
“You know I always am,” she confessed. “I’m what stalking was named for.”
“My little shadow.” He smirked, and Sunny preened under his observant attention throughout dinner.
Once the four courses had been shared and devoured, Sebastian went to the bathroom, leaving Sunny enjoying her end-of-meal coffee in little sips when she sensed a presence approaching their private table. She thought it was their cute server and turned to smile at the girl around Sunny’s age, but it wasn’t her.
It was a man, maybe in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair, shorter than Seb’s six-foot height. He looked friendly enough as he stayed a distance away, but smiled at her.
“I hope you don’t mind me coming over before I leave.”
“Do you need something?”
“No, I just wanted to say you and your man look like newlyweds and to congratulate you both, if you were.”
“Oh,” Sunny laughed a little at his astuteness. “Thank you. Yes, we got married yesterday.”
“That’s great. Here, this is on me as a gift.” Then she noticed he was carrying an open bottle of champagne, the expensive kind, and two flute glasses. He placed them on her table. “It’s good to see young love. Anyway, I’ve disturbed you enough. Enjoy your night.” The man, dressed in a sports coat, turned and walked through the restaurant even before Sunny could thank him.
Within a minute, Seb returned and retook his seat. “Did you order champagne? We could have gotten some sent to our room.”
“No, some older man must have been watching us, and he came over with it to congratulate us.”
Seb frowned. “Congratulate us for what?”
“He said we looked like newlyweds. It was cute, Seb.”
He shot his gaze around. “Where is he?”
“He already left.”
