Page 103 of Craig

They took the private elevator up.

"Do you ever get used to it?" Regina wondered as he used the keycard to enter their suite.

"Used to what?" Closing the door, he got busy removing her coat.

"People bowing and scraping because of who you are." She kicked off the heels and sighed as her feet sank into the thick gold carpet.

"Was he bowing?" Shrugging out of his jacket, he hung it up.

Taking her hand, he led the way into the bedroom where a feast was spread out on the table in the middle of the room. A white tablecloth covered it, along with several silver domes.

A bottle of champagne nestled in a bucket of ice.

"Something smells divine."

Stepping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Brushing back the thick coils, he nuzzled her neck.

"You smell better, Mrs. Muldoon."

She glanced at him over her shoulder and smiled that heart-stopping smile of hers that always managed to spike his blood pressure. "I bet you couldn't wait to say that."

"Kidding me?" He kissed her on the lips.

"I've been saving up. You're going to get tired of hearing it."

"Never." She took the cover off and sniffed appreciatively.

"Caviar."

"Let me get the champagne." Rubbing his hands over her flat stomach, he let her go to attend to the task.

She lifted the rest of the covers off and sniffed appreciatively.

"Chocolate-covered strawberries. Yum. This is quite a spread. It pays to be a VIP."

"It does." The cork went pop as he released it and managed it without spilling any of the bubbles.

"You're an expert."

"Takes practice." He grinned at her as he poured.

They ate the gourmet meal and drank the champagne. Afterward, she told him that she wanted five minutes.

"I need to get changed."

"I'm only going to have to take off whatever it is you're going to put on," he pointed out as she headed out.

"This will be worth it," she promised.

Shaking his head, he got undressed, making quick work of taking off his clothes. He was anxious to get the honeymoon started.

Now that one hunger had been fed, he wanted to take care of the other more pressing need.

He wanted his hands on her. His wife, the woman who held his heart in her elegant hands.

He had made vows to her today, ones he was going to keep for the rest of their lives. There would never be another as long as he lived.

She was it for him. The bed was already turned down, but he plumped up the pillows and turned just as the bathroom door opened.