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Turnedout Martha was an ordained minister, and she didn’t skimp on the ambiance. Canned music wasn’t on the menu. She had a string quartet quickly assemble and play soothing pieces while we filled out paperwork. Easton and I walked down the aisle together, and not once did I feel a flutter of nerves or question what the hell we were doing.
I forgot about the semi-dare, lost in the moment as he vowed to love, cherish, and honor me for the rest of our lives. We used part of the crimson satin ribbon that had been wrapped around a bouquet of white calla lilies we’d purchased with our package for rings. When Martha announced we were husband and wife and could kiss, this was no tentative meeting of the mouths.
We captured each other like we’d won a prize we’d been desperately battling for. His lips were rougher than I’d imagined. He was so polished most of the time that I forgot he was a man who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty.
No amount of throat clearing from Martha could tear us apart. We consummated our marriage at the altar, Easton fucking my mouth, his tongue making languid strokes.
We broke apart long enough to make it back to the limousine. As the driver closed us inside, I climbed on top of him, my knees on either side of his legs. With my dress raised high, there was only his pants and a thin scrap of satin between me and his erection. I ground against him. Through the layers, his heat burned me, snapping whatever sanity remained.
I never lost control. I was always in charge, especially in the bedroom, yet I was his, willing to do whatever he wanted. Willing to give him every shred of my being.
By the time he broke the kiss, both of us were gasping for air. His eyes were wild, dazed, and desperate. He held me so tight I could barely breathe, but I wanted that. Needed to feel him.
“We skipped the part about taking our winnings and buying good whiskey,” I said with a drunken smile that had absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol I’d consumed and everything to do with the man in my clutches. “But I’ve got a better idea for the money anyway.”
“Let’s hear it, Mrs. Carter.” My heart thundered in my chest. I wanted him to say it again.
I cleared my throat and fought to regain my senses, which was very difficult with his face in mine. “Those veterans could use it, don’t you think?”
He blinked at me, a slow smile spreading across his face. Tracing my cheek, his look turning to one of awe. “So generous.” He swiped his thumb across my swollen lower lip, and I shuddered. “So perfect, and all mine.”
He made me feel feminine and small, yet strong and powerful. No man had ever given me such a rush. I certainly had never been referred to as sweet, but I believed him. I hadn’t realized I was tired of trying to conquer a man’s world. I needed to feel like a woman. In Easton’s hold, I felt like a beautiful, wanted woman, and there was nothing better than that.
“You’ve tortured me, Heartbreaker.”
“That was my plan the entire time,” I said, trying to deflect how deeply his words cut me.
“Well, you executed it masterfully.” His lips twisted in a wry smile, and I couldn’t stop myself from tasting him again. There was a faint hint of whiskey, the two an addictive combination.
Another round of kissing began. My hands wandered over his chest, around his neck, into his hair. His explored my back, skated up my sides, eventually finding my head and holding me to him.
I barely noticed when the car stopped in front of the hotel.
He smoothed my dress back in place before we got out and clasped my hand when our feet hit the driveway. “I want your legs around me as soon as we’re upstairs.”
We strode hand in hand through the lobby of the hotel, across the casino floor to the bank of elevators. There was a private one for the suites at the top.
Easton waved his room card in front of the panel, and the elevator began its ascent without having to press a button. We were alone, and I tackled him.
“I can’t wait until we get upstairs,” I said breathlessly, my legs tight around his waist.
He turned so that my back was against the wall. “Good, but you’ll have to.” He nipped at my earlobe.
“Easton.”
“You’ll be screaming that soon enough,” he promised.
Nothing could have prepared me for this man. He was going to break me down and put me back together. Take away every second of longing and replace it with memories of only him.
The elevator chimed, and we practically fell into the hall, Easton’s strides long and quick as he carried me to his suite. “Does this count as carrying you over the threshold?” he asked, kicking the door closed behind us.
“Good enough for me.”
The second he set me on my feet, I went straight for his belt, fumbling as I unbuckled it. Easton slid the thin straps of my dress down my arms until they could go no farther. Frantically, he kissed from the column of my neck across my shoulder.
My head fell back against the door at the feel of his lips on my skin. I temporarily forgot what I was doing. This felt good. Better than good. I didn’t let anyone get this close, yet Easton was still too far away.
I yanked on the lapels of his suit jacket until there was no space between us. He reached behind me and tugged on the zipper. When it got stuck, he ripped the fabric until the dress was pooled at my feet. With a satisfied grunt, his mouth landed on mine.
