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The foreman's room was beautiful though, someone had fixed it up proper for them, with champagne and roses and opened a window so it didn't smell musty.
Willa looked about the room, "I wonder who did all of this?"
"Those two in there," Clay smiled nodding toward the house, kicking the door closed as he headed for the bedroom.
Chapter Twenty-Three
But Clay was in no hurry to take Willa. This day was special to him, and he wanted her relaxed and happy. He poured her a glass of champagne. She tasted it, "Hmm, this is delicious, what is it?" Willa asked sipping it slowly.
"Champagne. A very special drink for such occasions," he smiled. "Just sip it as it could have a strange effect on you if you drink too fast."
"I've never had anything like this," she looked at the liquid in the glass.
He turned to her as they sat on the edge of the bed together. "I want everything about this day to be special for you."
"Well, it's turning out that way." She glanced at him with a shy smile.
"You look so beautiful; I'll always remember this day." He murmured and kissed her sweet lips.
Determined to let him lead this moment she beamed at his words. "Cora did my hair."
"Have I ever told you, how beautiful your hair is?" he asked taking a few of the baby's breath from her hair now.
"You like my hair?" she asked.
"Very much. It's perfect," he purposely ran his fingers through it. The smile on his face said all she needed to know. "A man enjoys running his fingers through hair like yours, soft, shiny, and so very long."
"I'm glad, I like yours too," she told him.
"Do you?"
"Very much."
"What did you think of the wedding?" He asked her.
"I loved it, and the fact that Cora and Charlie will be together now as a couple."
"I'm happy for them too." Clay told her, but his gaze kept floating over her with appreciation. "I can't believe we are finally married." He whispered leaning to kiss her on the cheek.
"You don't mind being married to a breed?" she asked leaning her cheek toward him.
"I was gonna take this slow, and savor every minute with you, but damn, I want you."
She turned with a smile, and whispered, "Then take me."
He turned her so he could unbutton the buttons on her dress, and as he did, his lips kissed her tan back. "I wish I could do this faster," he murmured near her ear.
"So do I," she chuckled and stared into his eyes as she looked at him over her shoulder.
Then he kissed her, turning her so he could hold her closer. All the while his hands ran over her back, absorbing her into him.
Slowly, his arm went around her taut skin to her breasts and she sighed as the kiss deepened. "I love how you touch me," she whispered.
His hand covered one breast, finding her nipple puckered and tight, he squeezed lightly and sighed into the kiss. A hot devouring kind of kiss.
"Your dress is beautiful, you are beautiful," he said in a husky tone, "But I can't wait to feel you against me."
She moved her arms out of the sleeves as he wrestled with the tiny buttons at her back. Each button brought him closer to holding her warm body against his.
