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Once my wish was made, I let it go, watching as it lifted into the air and was carried away.
We hugged everyone goodbye, spending extra time with Gramps. I think I told him I loved him at least twenty times. He probably wanted to strangle me, but I felt it was important that he know how much he meant to me.
Trace and I didn’t bother changing out of our formal clothes. In fact he’d mentioned something about him being the one to get me out of my dress.
He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up and opened the passenger car door for me. His mom had wanted to get us a limo, but I said that was silly and refused.
Trace slid into the driver’s seat and started the car.
“So…” He said slowly.
“Yes?”
He cleared his throat. “Do you—uh—want to go to a hotel?”
“Trace Wentworth, are you blushing?” I giggled, poking his stubbled cheek where I swore I saw the skin stained pink.
“No,” he bashfully turned away.
“Why are you blushing?” I asked curiously. “You do realize you did me against the wall the other day, right?”
“I don’t know,” he squirmed in his seat. “It feels…different.”
I decided to put the poor guy out of his misery. “I don’t want to go to a hotel. I want to go home.”
He smiled at that. “Home sounds perfect to me.”
By the time we made it to the apartment, my stomach was turning in knots. It was silly, Trace was my husband and we’d been intimate many times, but something told me that tonight would take our relationship to a whole new level.
He opened the apartment door and before I could step inside he was lifting me up and carrying me. “The real threshold,” he winked.
He kicked the door closed behind us and carried me straight to the bed.
He lowered me down and pressed his lips softly to mine. “I’ve been turned on since I saw you in this dress,” he tugged on the side. “Who knew a fucking dress could get me so excited?”
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” my fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and my hands splayed across his heated skin.
I sat up and he took his time undoing the buttons on the back of the dress, pressing kisses against my skin. I pulled my hair out of the way, shivering at his touch. I let the dress drop
to my waist and my heart beat rapidly in my chest in anticipation.
He pulled the sheets back and made sure my head was cradled on the pillow.
He tore his shirt all the way off and tossed it behind him, along with his pants. He slipped the dress off of me and it joined the rest of the garments on the floor.
I closed my eyes, my breath faltering as his lips skimmed over my chest, down my stomach, and lower.
My fingers grasped his hair as the muscles in my body tightened.
He kissed his way back up my body. His lips connected with mine, kissing me thoroughly. It was like he was devouring me, body and soul.
“I love you,” he breathed against the skin of my neck as he sank inside me.
I couldn’t reply. The only sound that escaped me was a soft moan.
I clung to his shoulders, scared that I might float away and needed him to keep me anchored here. I couldn’t seem to figure out where I ended and he began. For now, at least, we were one person, connected by our love for each other.
“Look at me,” he breathed when my eyes closed and I was reminded of our first time together. We’d come a long way in a few years.
