Sweet as Honey (The Seven Sisters) - By Caitlyn Robertson Page 0,66
your help in getting us here.”
“Our pleasure,” Koru said. “Look after her, Dex.”
He nodded and walked over to where Honey was giving her father a final hug. He waited until she’d moved back, then smiled at Cam and held out a hand. “Thanks for all your hard work today.”
“My pleasure, son.” Cam ignored his hand and engulfed him in a manly bear hug. “Sleep well.” His lips twisted as they pulled back.
Dex laughed, turned and picked Honey up in his arms. She squealed and threw her arms around his neck. To cheers and whistles, he carried her out of the room and down the hall to the elevator, and they waved their final goodbyes.
In the elevator, he released her legs so she slid down against him, swiped his key card and pressed the floor for their suite. Then he turned to her and took her in his arms.
“Hello, husband,” she murmured.
“Hello, wife.” He brushed her lips with his own. Hers were soft and he couldn’t resist running his tongue over her bottom lip, pleased with her answering shiver. “I can’t believe it’s actually our wedding night,” he murmured, kissing around her jaw to her ear.
“I know, me neither. It’s taken forever to get here. Now I never want it to stop.”
He began to kiss her again, but the elevator came to a halt, so he picked her up and carried her along the corridor to their suite. She took the card from him and swiped it, pressed the handle and he carried her inside.
Dex had already been up to the suite earlier to bring his suitcase but again he was stunned by the magnificent view of the Pacific through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sea black and silver in the light of the full moon that hung above the horizon. Someone had turned on the lamps on either side of the huge bed, casting the room in a warm, welcoming glow. The white covers had been scattered with red rose petals, and the room smelled of roses and the bowl of strawberries placed on the table to the side, with a bottle of champagne cooling on a bucket of ice.
He lowered Honey’s feet to the floor, and she danced away from him, twirling around the room like a princess out of a Disney film. Smiling, he popped the cork on the bottle of champagne. He wasn’t thirsty, but he thought she might like a glass.
Honey sang to herself as she danced, and he turned and sipped the champagne as he watched her, thinking how beautiful she was, almost ethereal. He was desperate to bed her, hard enough to hammer nails into the wall, his blood thundering through his veins, but a small part of him wanted that moment to go on forever, like Christmas Eve, full of promise, nearly always better than the actual day.
And maybe that was what worried him the most. That they would make love, and then it would be over, and it would be a huge anti-climax. His lips twisted at the pun. Of course it would be wonderful having her forever, sleeping beside her every night, sharing his life with her. But that moment of anticipation would be gone. And what if it didn’t live up to his dreams? She’d told him that Mc-Fucking-Idiot had called her frigid and boring, and she’d admitted she herself was worried about it. He’d brushed away her concerns, but they returned to niggle at him, and he knocked back the rest of the champagne, cross with himself for spoiling the moment.
He slipped off his jacket and hung it over the chair. Keep calm, he told himself. Nothing would be served by winding himself up into a state at this late hour.
Honey had stopped singing, so he turned to see her staring at him, eyes wide.
“What?” he asked.
“You.” She walked up to him and fingered his waistcoat. “Look at you.”
“I’ve had my jacket off most of the evening.”
“Yes, but now I have you alone…” She slipped her arms around him. “You are one gorgeous man, Dexter Mark Concannon.”
“Why thank you, wife.”
She giggled and pressed her lips to his. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He kissed her, long and leisurely, enjoying the sweet taste of wine and chocolate on her lips.
Just as he was getting into it, however, she pulled back. “Um, Dex?”
He lifted his head. “Yes?”
“Um… This is a beautiful dress I’m wearing, don’t you think?”
He smiled and stepped back to admire it. “Definitely. Very you.”