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Chuckling, he bent his head to plant a kiss between her breasts. “No way.”
“Yes way.”
“Best day of my life, bar none.”
“Same.”
“Whenever things are too much for me to deal with, which is often lately, I let my mind wander back to that day. That’s all it takes to make me feel better about whatever I’m dealing with.”
“I love that.”
“It was perfection, from start to finish.”
“Well, not completely…”
He knew she was referring to his mother’s attempt to crash the wedding. “It was perfection in all the ways that mattered, because at the end of the day, you were my wife, and we had forever to spend together.”
Before she could reply, he had drawn her nipple into his mouth, stealing every thought from her brain that didn’t revolve around him and this.
“Are you recalling why you can’t leave me for the chicken salad man?”
“Not quite there yet.”
He bit down on her nipple, making her gasp as she laughed, and then she moaned when he pushed inside her, stretching her to capacity. “Is it coming back to you yet?”
“Starting to,” she said breathlessly.
“I’d better be very thorough so you never forget again.”
“That would probably be for the best. That chicken salad isgood.”
“My filet mignon is way better.”
Sam laughed so hard, she could barely function, and even in the midst of hilarity, he had her on the verge of orgasm so quickly, her head spun from love, amusement and desire unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
Nothing could compare to him, and he knew it.
Afterward, they stayed wrapped up in each other as their bodies cooled and their breathing returned to normal.
Nick raised his arm and reached for something on the bedside table. “Happy anniversary.” He placed a small, wrapped package on her shoulder.
“You expect me to function after that?”
“Uh-huh.”
She groaned, reached for the gift and turned onto her back. “You wore me out.”
“I had to make sure you weren’t fantasizing about the chicken salad guy.”
“You know there’s no one but you, and there’ll never be anyone but you.”
“Likewise, my love.”
“What is this?” she asked, tugging on the red ribbon that formed a bow at the top of a box wrapped in silver foil paper.
“As you may or may not know, the traditional second anniversary gift is cotton. I racked my brain trying to come up with something fabulous enough for my bride, but cotton wasn’t doing it for me. So I wrapped something fabulous in cotton.”
“Oh, I love fabulous things.” She tore off the paper, opened the jeweler’s box and pushed aside the soft cloth to find a platinum watch. “That’s beautiful.” The face was adorned with tiny diamonds.
