The Wedding Pact Box Set - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,337

no way this man was coming into the room where Libby lay naked in their bed.

The employee snickered and Noah had an unexpected urge to throttle him, though he had no idea where in the hell that feeling had come from. But he realized it was just another manifestation of his need to protect her from every possible threat, realistic or not. Still, this pervert would have to come through him first to get to her.

The employee had the good judgment to relinquish the cart. “Just set it outside your door when you’re done, Mr. McMillan.”

“Thanks.”

He rolled the cart into the room and stopped short when he saw Libby sitting upright, her legs curled to the side . . . completely naked.

He realized he probably looked like a fool staring at her like that, but not finding it in him to care. “You’re so gorgeous, Libby.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. If they’d sent a woman up with that tray, the sight of those abs and pecs would have melted her.”

“You didn’t melt,” he reminded her.

“Ha! Only because you were already holding me up.” Her gaze moved to the cart.

“More champagne?” she asked with a laugh. “If we tour the country with my wedding dress, we’ll get all the champagne we want.”

“I’ll get you champagne every day if you want it.”

She laughed again and he reveled in the knowledge he’d get to hear it every day for the rest of his life. “We need to make a toast.”

He grabbed the bottle and started working on the wrapper and the cork. “As long as we aren’t toasting to you not kicking me in either of my balls, I’m all for it.” The cork popped off and he held the bottle over the cart in case it spilled out.

Her laughter filled the room and his heart and in that moment he was absolutely certain this was what he’d been waiting for his entire life. Her. “So . . .” he said with a sly grin as he poured a glass and handed it to her. “About those delusions of grandeur you mentioned . . .”

She took the glass. “Are you referring to the foot-long remark at the hotel in Junction City or the little shake insult in the bathroom at the Golden Cowboy Café?”

He poured himself a glass and she patted the mattress next to her. He sat down next to her and leaned in for a kiss. “Both.”

A sparkle filled her eyes. “Let’s just say I have nothing to be disappointed about.”

He held up his glass, his heart filled with more happiness than he knew he deserved.

She lifted her glass to his. “It only seems appropriate that we toast your manhood.”

He burst out laughing, nearly spilling the champagne.

“It’s not nearly as huge as Tito’s but . . . Hey.” She shrugged. “It’s no small thing.” She winked and he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her, deep and passionate. Then she leaned back and hoisted her glass. “It’s not officially a toast until we drink the champagne, you know?”

“Then by all means, let’s finish the toast.” But she didn’t drink when he did. He didn’t have time to ask her about it because she slowly straddled his lap and took the flute from his hand and set it on the nightstand.

He got hard again in an instant and a Cheshire cat grin spread across her face.

“I thought you said we needed to drink the champagne for the toast to be complete?”

She lifted a delicate eyebrow. “Oh, I intend to drink it.” She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back on the bed while she still straddled his legs.

His heartbeat ratcheted up and his breath became shallow as he anticipated what she might be planning. She held her glass over his abdomen and poured a small dribble of the cold liquid on his chest, making him suck in his breath as it spread across the hollows of the muscles of his abdomen.

Libby leaned over and pressed her mouth to his stomach, licking and sucking up the liquid.

“So we’ve completed the toast?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Oh, no,” she purred, her mouth continuing its task. “We’re drinking to your manhood, remember?” She sat up and poured more champagne on his erection, then set the glass on the table. His erection jolted in response as her lips covered the head and took him into her mouth.

“Oh God, Lib.” He grabbed handfuls of her hair as her tongue and lips sucked