Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,333

eyes she could see the desire burning hot, and her pulse quickened in response.

She would never get her fill of this man.

“I love you, Mrs. Wentworth.” His lips came down over hers, soft but demanding and she opened under him without hesitation. Hoots of approval came from the guests gathered to share this day with them, but she barely registered the noise.

This was their first kiss as husband and wife and it made her knees weak. Ethan was hers and she was his. Despite everything since that night in Tahiti, they’d made it here. To this place where she was finally happy.

When he pulled back, his eyes were even darker and the hunger in them made her ache in all the right places. He leaned in close, his lips next to her ear. The hotness of his breath sent a wash of goose bumps over her bare arms.

“Cannot fucking wait to get inside of you, wife.” The whisper was for her, and her alone.

Holy hell. She bit her lip to keep the deep groan inside her chest. He had her strung tight in front of a hundred people and it wasn’t fair at all. The corner of her lip lifted and she pressed her lips to his jaw, then ran kisses over his cheek until she could whisper in his ear.

“And I can’t wait to scream your name when I come all over cock, husband.”

“Fucking hell,” she heard Ethan mutter and the minister cleared his throat.

They pulled apart and Ethan took her hand, pulling her a little bit in front of him with an arm around her waist to hide his hard on as they walked back down the aisle.

A surge of feminine satisfaction curled in her belly.

They had gotten married at Ethan’s parents’ house on Martha’s Vineyard and the reception was only a few steps away. Hundreds of candles were lit and edged the patio that had been covered in bouquets of white lilies and deep red roses. Tables had been set up in the garden a few steps away and a white canopy fluttered in the light breeze just past the deck where a dance floor had been set up in the sand.

Today had been everything she could have dreamed of, but the most important part was Ethan. All that mattered was that she got to be his wife. That they were a family now. Ethan’s hand dropped to her stomach where at three and a half months pregnant, it still wasn’t too obvious yet. Especially with the beautiful empire waist wedding gown she had chosen to wear.

Ethan kissed her bare shoulder then guided them to the small table that sat in front of all the others. Eli, Ethan’s racing friend who had stood up as his best man guided Kylie to the seat next to Harper. Kylie winked at Eli and when he turned to walk over to sit next to Ethan, Kye looked at Harper with wide holy fuck he is hot eyes.

Harper grinned. When the two of them met at the rehearsal dinner, sparks flew between them. Neither knew that the other had casually checked that they were both single. Which they were.

Harper sat next to Ethan, her fingers entwined with his as the guests moved to their tables. On the left, Ethan’s parents sat with Harper’s mother. Harper had invited her as an olive branch to try and mend their relationship.

With her father in prison now, her mother had no one and even though she had chosen to stand by his side, the wrong side, it didn’t change the fact that she was alone. Though tenuous, Harper hoped that they both could start healing now that it was all over.

If Ethan’s parents could invite her mother to sit at their table, then Harper could try too. Especially on a day like today.

“Happy?” Ethan asked close to her ear.

“I can’t tell you how much,” she answered, getting lost in his eyes for several long moments. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined ending up with someone like him.

His lips quirked up into a naughty grin. “You could show me later.”

Her answering smile had to be a mile wide. “Oh, I plan on showing you exactly how much. Once probably won’t be enough though. I have a lot of happy to tell you about.”

“Then I promise I’ll listen. All. Night. Long.” He punctuated each word with a kiss against her knuckles.

“How long do you think is acceptable before we disappear?” she asked, only half