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“Don’t apologize,” she interrupted. “I understand why she did it.”
“I understand, too, for the family, for the monarchy, but even still, it was our wedding. It could have waited twenty-four hours. I told her not to worry—”
“I think she just wanted to officially finish what she started. They all arranged all of this. And even if it is no longer about the money to you or me…it was still part of the deal. And that chapter is done. Your family is no longer in desperate need of anything.”
“Our family… You are part of the House of Monterey now, too,” I reminded her. But I still couldn’t bring myself to gloss over what she had done, that she had saved this family. To think this all had started with a simple arrangement for her wealth. Even though it was a relief to know we now had the money, it still left me with a bad taste in my mouth, feeling as if we were using her for her bank account. That she didn’t even get to forget that on our wedding day.
“We’ll be careful with it. I’ll be careful and make to—”
“Gale, you are missing the point,” she interrupted, and oddly enough, I liked that she did. No one was supposed to interrupt the king. However, I wasn’t the king to her; I was just her husband.
“What was the point?” I asked, smiling, happier all of a sudden.
“You aren’t alone,” she said. “I’d be lying if I said that I understood all your fears or if I said I knew exactly what was to come. I don’t. What I do know is that I love you. And whatever happens, you won’t be alone. You don’t have to worry or carry all of this all by yourself. I am here. You can lean on me. Forever. Whatever you need. That is what wives are for, right?”
“You’re making my heart swell, Odette.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “I’m serious, Gale.”
“So am I.” I really was. She didn’t know how glad I was to have her beside me. “That being said, I’m surprised. I was expecting you to be freaking out and terrified once the wedding was over.”
She cupped the sides of my face. “I’m still too happy about marrying you to be terrified. Give me a week. That should wear off.”
Now I gasped in mock horror. “A week? That is it?”
She shrugged, a small grin on her lips. “You’re already getting a lot out of this cold heart, Your Majesty. Don’t push it. Now, come on, let’s go to bed.”
Frowning, I gripped her tighter, lifting her up with me.
“Gale!” she shrieked before laughing as I tossed her onto the bed.
“Your heart is not allowed to be cold in this bedroom,” I said, taking off my robe and tossing it to the side.
“So outside of this bedroom then?” She pushed back, trying her best to keep her eyes from traveling down.
“No, not there, either,” I said, climbing on top of her.
She sighed dramatically, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I see. So you are trying to make me into a softie?”
“Don’t kid yourself, my queen; you are already a softie.” I grinned, kissing her lips before she could say another word.
It was supposed to be a quick kiss; however, when our lips touched, neither she nor I wanted to separate. All of my previous thoughts slipped from my mind. How did she always do that? Make me forget everything that was weighing me down?
“Gale,” she moaned as I kissed the side of her neck, cupping her breast with my right hand.
“Yes?” I whispered into her ear before gently biting the top of it, making her shiver. The sight of her like this already made me hard once again for her. “I’m torn between making love to you slowly”—I kissed down her chest until I reached the space between her breasts, kissing both sides of them—“and pinning you down, taking you so hard you can’t walk. Which shall it be, my queen?”
Grabbing a fist full of my hair, she lifted my head, and before I could say another word, her lips were on mine. The force of her kiss, the way her tongue tasted in my mouth—I was so distracted by all of it that with ease, she flipped us over, straddling me. When our lips broke apart, she grinned.
“Since you’re torn, how about you let me take the lead, Your Majesty?” she shot back, and I smiled as if I had entered heaven on the wings of angels.
What had I been worried about before?
I didn’t know.
I didn’t care.
But thank God for this woman…my woman…my wife.
