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  I knew the minute she felt it, remembered it. “Heath!”

  “I’m glad you remember. Now shut up and let me dance with my wife.”

  The Reason by Hoobastank played through the room. That song was playing that Fourth of July night in my room while we laid on my bed and whenever I heard it, I thought of her. I had even made a mixed CD or two for her that I never gave her and the song was on all of them. Thinking about how things could’ve been different had I fought for her all those years ago made me hold her tighter. I also knew that had I fought for her then, I may have not been here with her now.

  I heard her whisper my name and when I locked eyes with her, she raised her lips to mine. No longer caring who saw because this amazing woman was now my wife. Mine. We kissed and held each other as the song played on. When the song was almost over, we both had tears in our eyes. Wiping the tears from under her eyes, she tried to smile.

  “I forgot that song was on that night.” She paused and stroked the back of my neck. “I never knew you were so romantic Heathcliff.”

  “Shhh.” Smirking, I added, “Don’t tell anyone.”

  “Our secret.”

  As the song ended, the room filled with applause. She took an exaggerated bow and beamed with radiance. We went through the traditional dances, cut the cake, garter and bouquet toss, and things were winding down when Beau started talking on the mic.

  Lucy was curled into my side as we listened to Beau pledge his love to Jaime. Then, like something out of a bad comedic romance movie, Jaime peed herself. Lucy quickly corrected me as her, Stacey, and every other woman present fluttered around Jaime. Her water had broken and I knew my wedding night had just gone to shit.

  ~ Chapter 3 ~

  It was mid-morning of the next day when we got back to the hotel. Jaime and Beau were enjoying their new baby, a little girl. We didn’t have to be at the airport until later that afternoon. Stopping at the desk as we walked in, I asked for a late checkout and it was granted with no problem. We were still in our wedding attire. I could tell by looking at Lucy that she was exhausted.

  She walked into the elevator and I followed behind her. The anxiety was flowing off of her like a strong perfume. Rubbing my hand over her exposed upper back, she leaned into me. I kissed the top of her head. She was my wife. And I couldn’t have been any happier. The elevator opened to our floor and we walked out. She let me lead the way and when we reached our room, I swooped her up in my arms.

  “Not so fast, Wife.”

  She giggled as I opened the door while balancing her in my arms. Walking into the suite, I set her down once we walked a good way inside. She tried to suppress the yawn, but wasn’t able to and I followed suit.

  “Come here.” She hesitated, but walked to me. Cupping her face, I kissed her forehead. “I had so many things in mind for you, but they’ll have to wait. We should sleep. We have to be at the airport by four.”

  She smiled at me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Her words were muffled, but I understood them. “Thank you. I know how awkward this must be.”

  “It doesn’t need to be.”

  I felt her tip her head up and met her gaze. Her eyes were a unique shade of blue and striking even though she was sleep deprived. She surprised me when she got on her tip toes and kissed me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to her showing me affection. Slowly, I sucked on her lips. We were finally alone. My hands on her face and in her hair, I savored her. I wasn’t going to push her, she had to initiate things, though I was already rock hard for her. Her mouth opened below mine and her tongue met mine. God, I loved kissing this woman. We had years of kissing to make up for starting right now.

  Breathless, she pulled back and smiled shyly. She was flushed and moaned, though I wasn’t sure if it was in desperation or annoyance.

  “Come on. Let’s get you out of this dress.” Her eyes bulged slightly and I grinned. “So you can sleep. I won’t push you, Lucy, no matter how bad I want you.” She studied me for a moment before nodding her head and turning around. The corset back stared back at me, taunting me, and I had no idea where to start. “Umm, how do I get this off?”

  Her hand reached around and pulled on some strings that were hidden at the bottom of the corset. “Here. Just have to keep loosening it until I can manage to step out of it.”

  “Ok.” I was so worried my big hands would damage the dress. Working carefully, I began the process of loosening it. As it started to fall open, her back exposed to me, I saw immediately that she wore no bra. Christ! “You’re not going to make this easy on me are you?”

  Turning her face, she glanced at me over her shoulder. “Sorry. I can take it off in the bathroom, I just need my bag.”

  She pointed to her suitcase and I said, “Hang on.” I grabbed the bag and set it on the bed. “I’ll give you a few minutes.” She nodded as I began unbuttoning my shirt as I walked out of the bedroom.

  Removing my jacket, I threw it over a chair and smiled. We did it. Lucy Roberts was now my Lucy Kerrigan. I checked my phone and found some texts from my brothers. Most were inappropriate and I expected nothing less from them. I spotted the bottle of champagne and two glasses that waited for us. There was a card next to it and I picked it up. Noticing the ice was melted, I put the bottle in the fridge.

  With the card in hand, I made my way back to the bedroom. “Lucy? Can I come in?” There was no response and I poked my head in to find her sitting on the end of the bed, half asleep in a tank top and shorts.

  Setting the card down, I walked over to her. She had a few hair pins in her hand and was trying to pull more out of her hair. Pushing her hands out of the way, I climbed behind her and removed the hair pins for her.

  “Thank you.”

  “It’s no problem. Just relax.” Her shoulders slumped as she let me take over her task.

  Once I pulled the pins out—there must have been close to thirty—I took them all from her, placing them on the night stand. I began rubbing her shoulders, causing her to coo. “Oh, God. That feels amazing.” I continued massaging her shoulders before I started up her neck and over her scalp. “I’m totally going to fall asleep on you.”

  “Wouldn’t be the first time. Go to sleep. I got you.”

  A few minutes later, her back totally relaxed against my chest, I noticed the change in her breathing. She was asleep. I should’ve moved us to the head of the bed when she was awake. Now I was afraid to move her. Good thing she was so small. I waited, hoping she was in a deep enough sleep, before I moved her. Scooping her into my lap, I stood with her in my arms and walked to the side of the bed. Somehow I managed to pull the covers back and laid her down.

  Brushing the hair from her face, I covered her up, and then stood and stretched. The sun was peering into the room and I closed the drapes and turned on the fan to create some white noise. Stripping out of the rest of my clothes, I stood in the middle of the room in nothing but my underwear. Oh well. She’d get used to it. I made sure the ‘do not disturb’ tag was on the door and walked back to the bedroom. I crawled in next to her, trying to keep my distance.

  When I woke and rolled to face her, I found her in the middle of the bed with her back to me. Unable to resist, I placed my hand on her hip.

  “Heath?” It was barely a whisper.

  “Shh, go back to sleep.”

  “You can come closer.”

  “You sure?”

  “Shut up and hold me before I change my mind.”

  Chuckling, I wrapped my arm around her and nestled her into my body. Right where she belonged.

  Waking to her fingers running over my torso was an unexpected surprise. I was on my back and her head was on my chest, just under my chin. I decided to lay still and let her have her fun, wondering how daring she would be. A finger swirled around my navel and then over the ridge of muscle at my hip before moving up to my nipple. It wouldn’t be long before she noticed the tent in my underwear.

  It was growing increasingly harder to feign sleep. Her leg sli
d up my thigh and found the evidence of my morning wood. She was torturing me on purpose, I was convinced of it. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “Lucy…” She nearly leapt off the bed when I said her name. Well, I botched that. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

  “How long were you awake?”

  Smirking at her and rolling to my side I stared at her. “Long enough.”

  Her hands covered her face as she mumbled out, “Oh, God.” Before I could stop her, she slammed a pillow in my face. “Jerk!”

  If she wanted to have a pillow fight, I’d happily oblige. Grabbing the pillow she’d just nailed me with, I threw it back at her. She squealed, covering her face as the pillow struck her. I jumped on top of her, knees on each side of her hips and began tickling her.

  “If I remember correctly, you’re quite ticklish.”

  Totally dead pan, she replied, “No, I’m not.”

  As my hands continued I could see her resolve fading. “Yes, you are. Just need to find the right…” she started squirming as I found the spot by her inner hip, “…there it is.”

  “Ah!” She fought under me for a moment before begging for me to stop. “Heath! Ok, ok, stop… Ah! Please!”

  Removing my hands, I folded them over my chest as she caught her breath. She was a vision. Seeing her this way would never get old. I watched as she pulled a clump of hair from her mouth that’d been caught there during my tickle attack. Slowly, I leaned down to her, bracing my hands on the bed. The sexual tension was building and we both knew it.

  Pushing the hair back from her forehead, I whispered, “Good morning, Wife.”

  She smiled up at me, “Good morning, Husband.”

  I shifted my arms to lie on my forearms, my face now mere inches from hers. “I’m going to kiss you.”

  Her pupils reacted ever so slightly as she toyed with me. “It’s about time.”

  Groaning, I took my time getting closer and closer to her lips. Her tongue glided across them and slipped back into her mouth as she pressed her lips together. Her eyes closed as I moved in closer and when my lips almost touched hers, I kissed her nose instead, and then her closed eyes. I followed with her cheeks, forehead, and across her jawline, down to her neck. Her breathing was growing erratic. I spotted her hands gripping the sheets before they moved to my forearms.

  Working her ear over with my teeth and lips, I asked, “Did you want me to kiss you somewhere else?” I moved to lie between her legs, careful not to crush her. Like a reflex, her legs bent at the knee as I nestled myself between her legs.

  “No. That’s pretty good.” Her answer surprised me, but she was good at that. Always surprising me.

  “No?” I moved back to her jawline, “So, not here?”

  “Unh uh.” She may have tried to hide it, but I felt her hips arch up slightly seeking out my body.

  “You lie.”

  Before she could respond, I silenced her with my kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue eagerly awaiting mine. I let my weight fall on to her a little more as my hands roamed her body. Down her side and over her thigh before moving back up to trace the ridges of her collar bones. Her hands moved up my arms and around my neck as my own crept under, between her and the sheets.

  Worried I would crush her, I wrapped her up tight in my arms and pulled her up with me as I sat on my knees. My hands slipped under the fabric of her shorts where they met her thighs and squeezed. I could feel her nipples pressed against my chest as she squirmed in my arms. God, I wanted to bury myself inside her so bad. I’d had a hard-on for her for ten years. Finally, the moment had arrived.

  “Lucy.” She wiggled against my cock making it extremely difficult to think. “Lucy, please. I want to do this right. If you’re not ready, tell me now.”

  She pulled back and stroked my face. “I’m ready.” I couldn’t contain the smile that spread across my face. “Make me yours, Heath.” She kissed me before I could respond.

  My hands pushed under the back of her tank top when the piercing tones of the hotel phone rang through the air. FUCK! She stiffened in my arms as I pulled my mouth from hers and looked to the clock.

  “Shit! That’s our wake up call.” Her head dropped to my shoulder as she groaned. “Baby, believe me, I understand. I don’t want our first time to be rushed. I want to savor you and I’m not going to have you miss out on your honeymoon. We have to be at the airport in two hours and it’s an hour drive.”

  She sniffled and it caught me off guard. Pulling her face up, I saw that she was crying. “I’m sorry. I’m just, ugh!”

  “I’ll make it up to you. I promise. Seven days just you, me, and the beach.” I kissed her forehead as the hotel phone rang again. I reached and snagged the phone, “Yes! Thank you!” Slamming it back down, I looked back to my beautifully disheveled wife. “Seven days and then a whole lifetime. I promise. We just have to wait one more day.” Nodding, I kissed her lips quickly. “Go take a shower.”

  ~ Chapter 4 ~

  After putting our luggage in the trunk of the cab, we climbed in. I pulled the card out of my pocket and handed it to her. “Hope you packed your bathing suit.”

  Her eyes got all big as she opened it up. “Key West?” I nodded. “God, I hope it’s warm!”

  “It’s only December, let’s hope it’s still warm!”

  We spent the rest of the evening in the air and in airports, with one layover. When we finally got to Key West it was pretty late. We checked into the resort and were showed to our room, which turned out to be a suite. Tipping the bellboy and closing the door, I found her on the balcony. We had a view of the ocean and it couldn’t be more perfect.

  Inhaling deeply, she smiled at me. “This is amazing.”

  “Have you been to Florida before?” She shook her head before curling into my side. “Really? Well, I’ll make sure you have a good time…in and out of the room.”

  “Mmm. I’m sure you will.” She barely managed to get the words out as a yawn overtook her.

  “Come on, let’s get you to bed. We have nowhere to be tomorrow and you need a good night’s rest.”

  She didn’t put up a fight. When I tucked her into bed, she almost instantly fell asleep. I changed my clothes and lay down next to her for far too long. Sleep never came and I decided to venture to the hotel gym that was open 24/7. After working out for an hour, covered in sweat, I went back to our room. Checking on her, I found her still sound asleep.

  Turning the shower on, I climbed in and let the water beat down on me. My cock taunted me, standing at half-mast. I stroked him diligently before stopping. This wasn’t the release I was patiently waiting for.

  “Can I help?”

  I froze at the sound of her voice and lifting my head, I saw her looking at me through the clear upper portion of the shower curtain. Yes. No. How did I respond? I was at a loss for words as my cock grew harder. She pulled the curtain aside and locked eyes with me before she examined my body.

  “Lucy…”

  “Heath…”

  She pushed the shorts down her hips and I watched as they dropped at her feet. Scanning my eyes up her legs, my eyes fixed themselves on the white panties that read ‘Bride’ on the small front panel. Groaning, I continued lifting my eyes and spotted her nipples beaded against the fabric of her shirt. Reaching down, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, now our body’s mere inches apart. Her chest heaved as I closed the distance, until she was backed up against the counter.

  “Heath…”

  “Lucy…”

  Neither of us seemed to be able to manage any other words. Picking her up, I set her ass down on the counter and stood between her legs, my cock jutting out between us. Her breasts, I was dying to see them and so I grabbed the bottom of the tank and pulled it over her head. They were small and perfect, nipples pointing up and begging for attention.

  She was trembling, hands resting on the counter as I pushed the hair out of her face. My fingers moved over her collar bone and then down t
he center of her chest until they ran over the string waistband of the panties she wore. Her sharp intake of breath turned me on even more. Gripping them, she lifted up so that I could remove them. My lips dropped to her neck and worked down to her breasts. Laving attention on both before moving to her navel. One hand moved over my neck and shoulders as the other reached for my dick.

  Moaning, she begged, “Heath, please.”

  “Soon.”

  As I worked lower, I felt her lean back, resting on her elbows. Her scent filling the air had me intoxicated. She had a small landing strip and was bald everywhere else. Trailing my arm down her calf until in encircled her ankle, I placed her foot up and on the counter before doing the same with the other.

  “Oh, Jesus.” She was nearly delusional and I hadn’t even begun. This was going to be fun.

  Gripping her ass, I moved her to the very edge of the counter and began kissing over her mound. Dipping my tongue down, I found her clit and circled it gently as she moaned and tilted her hips closer. Pulling her lips in between my own, one after the other, before licking at her again, her wetness becoming more unmistakable. Slowly, I tongued her pussy before pulling out and closing my lips around her clit. Humming, she trembled further and began cursing.

  “Please, Heath.”

  “Shut up, Lucy and let me taste you. Every. Part. Of. You.”

  Groaning, her head dropped back against the mirror as I slid a finger inside her while my thumb circled her nub. Standing, I grabbed her by the back of the neck with my free hand and brought her closer to me.

  “Do you know how delicious you taste?” She shook her head and so I pulled my finger from her body and circled her lips with it. Without reservation she sucked my finger into her mouth, scraping her teeth over my knuckles. Taking my finger back, I returned it to her pussy and added a second finger. “I can promise you one thing, Lucy,” her eyes fluttered open and focused on mine, “you’re going to be sore when I’m done with you. And, I’ll never be done, so I hope you’re ready to be sore forever.”