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“I know exactly what you mean.” I took a deep breath and blurted out the words on my mind. “When something’s right, you feel it.”
He stared at me a long moment as I lifted the wineglass to my lips and sipped. My hand was shaking a little. Why was I testing him this way? He could question his own feelings and come to the conclusion that it wasn’t right.
“It’s different this time,” he said. “I can’t speak for you, but I’m sure of it. I’ve been on this Earth for thirty-four years. By this age, a man knows what he wants.”
I nodded, trying to say something, anything. My vocal cords felt paralyzed. All I could do was nod.
“I don’t ask for anything but a chance to see where this is going,” he said.
I continued to nod. Then I reached for my water and took another sip. That seemed to loosen things up.
“I want to see where this goes,” I said. “I’m young and inexperienced at this stuff, but I definitely know I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve been looking for it all my life. Well, at least for the past few years.”
He reached out and covered my hand with his. “Let’s take this slow, get to know each other before we…you know.”
I was a little disappointed, mostly because more than anything, I wanted to get this guy naked and recreate what we did yesterday morning. Only this time on a soft surface like his bed.
He was probably right, though. I should get to know who he was as a person. That would only give our lovemaking more power. Besides, every second I spent in this guy’s company was the best second of my life so far. And that was a feeling I wanted to continue for the rest of my life.
6
GRAYSON
Ifelt like a kid on Christmas morning. Maybe that was a bad analogy since I was standing next to my bride on our wedding night. And what I was excited about was consummating this marriage.
Smiling to myself, I unlocked the cabin door and pushed it open slightly. Then I looked over at Piper.
“Are you going to carry me over the threshold?” she asked.
There was a big smile on her face as she waited for my answer. Today was the first time I’d seen her truly relaxed since the second we’d gotten engaged. I couldn’t blame her. After all, I’d already broken off an engagement. What if I did it again?
But there wasn’t a doubt in my mind. Not a single day, minute, or second. This was the woman I was going to marry.
“That dress may take me down,” I joked as I stepped back and scooped her up into my arms.
As expected, her long, white skirt practically attacked my face. I had to shove it down with my chin as I kicked the door inward.
It took some maneuvering, but I finally got her and her monstrous dress through the door. I actually breathed a sigh of relief when I set her down and the dress was swallowing up the floor beneath it rather than my head.
“This is nice.” Piper looked around as I kicked the door shut behind me. “Where’s the bedroom?”
She turned to me. I’d been wringing my hands behind her, wondering what the protocol was here. Did I offer to grab the wine that Bo’s buddy who owned this rental cabin left for us? Should we relax for a few minutes? Or was it okay for me to pick her up again and carry her straight to the bedroom?
I pointed toward the back corner. “I assume it’s right there.”
“Let’s go.” She turned, skirt flying up around her. “We’ve waited long enough.”
She was right about that. Our first time had been within minutes of meeting each other. But after that, we decided to hold out, mostly because by the time I proposed, two weeks into dating her, we’d already kept our hands off each other. We figured we might as well wait, especially considering our engagement had been a total of three weeks.
Piper hiked up her skirt as she walked. I stood, watching in amusement until she reached the door. I’d never thought it possible to love someone this much. My heart was full to bursting.
But as soon as she disappeared through the doorway, I bolted into action. What was I doing standing here? The love of my life was about to get naked in a bedroom.
“I’m going to need your help with this,” she said as soon as I entered the room.
She was struggling to reach her zipper, but it took me only seconds to tug it down. I had to force myself to be patient. My hands wanted to rip off every stitch of clothing she wore. But this was her second time. I was determined to make it romantic.
“Take off your clothes,” she said, moving backward toward the bed.
