out of here.”
We retrieve the marriage certificate, my cell phone, the bottle of champagne and we dash out.
In the lobby, Seth stops. With his thumb, he pops the cork. Bubbling liquid flows out. He raises the bottle and says, “To us.”
“To us,” I repeat.
He places the bottle in my mouth. As I’m pulling a gulp of the fizzy drink, he replaces the bottle with his mouth, stealing a kiss and half the liquid from inside my mouth.
His hand slides around my waist, and he yanks me closer to him, making his erection notable against my lower tummy.
Everything surrounding us fades away, my arms snakes around his neck, and I get lost to the flavor of champagne mixed with the stroke of his tongue against mine. It’s too much. My body hums with an aching desire.
He pulls away. “We’ve got to get back to the hotel,” he says with a groan. “Like right now.”
Holding hands, we dash out of the chapel and onto the strip. I have no concept of time. It feels like I’m in an alternate universe.
After Seth takes gulps of champagne, he hands it to me. I take a long pull and give back to him. We stroll down the strip, sharing the drink, making out on corners, laughing, half-running and half-walking.
Dozens of people surround us. Share the same road. But it feels as though there’s a magical capsule isolating us from the rest of the world.
I’m filled with anticipation. But mostly I’m filled with an exuberant and bubbly happiness that I had never experienced before.
And it’s beautiful. And it’s romantic. And it’s dreamy . . .
AT THE LOBBY of the hotel, Seth hands the empty champagne bottle to one of the hotel’s concierges.
Laughing for no reason, but giddiness, we stumble inside the elevator. As luck would have it, the car is empty.
I press my back against the wall. My heart is pounding from the running and nonsense laughter.
Seth pushes the button to our floor and turns to face me.
Energy zings in the air. His facial expression morphs from carefree to predatory. He paces my way, like a lion approaching a gazelle.
My breath catches in my throat. The laughter dies in my mouth.
He places both hands on the wall on either side of me. “You look mighty delectable laughing like this, Mrs. Phoenix.”
My eyes flash to his mouth. He leans his head in and runs his nose along my collarbone. And oh my. That sweet spot south of me clenches and throbs.
He lowers his hand and clasps mine. He brings it to his erection. “Look what you’re doing to me. I’ve never been so goddamn hard.”
I inhale a sharp breath, surprised at his forwardness and terrified of his astounding size.
He moves my hand to his lips, placing a kiss and stroking his tongue lightly at the center of my palm. The softness and warmth of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure to my clenched muscles. Moisture dampens my panties and my legs weaken.
A ding announces our arrival. I’m mentally preparing to force my legs into motion when the floor disappears from beneath my feet. A squeak leaves my mouth.
“Allow me,” he says, carrying me out of the elevator.
Somehow he expertly opens the door while holding me and crosses the threshold. He places me on the floor and retreats a few steps.
The champagne we just drank renewed our fading buzz.
The sight of Seth standing a few feet from me is intoxicating. My mind swirls in anticipation and my body hums with desire.
His eyes bore through me. His perusal is slow and heated, making a tingling sensation travel from the soles of my feet to the tip of my head.
“Hot damn, woman! You’re mine,” he says, a guttural sound escaping his throat.
His words turn my body into molten lava. And I know I need him to take me. Claim me as his. Inside, a battle wages. My usual reserved ways are fighting a wanton woman that I had no idea lived inside me but who is now striving to break free.
The wanton woman wins and words roll off my lips, “Then come and take me.” My roguish voice is foreign
We retrieve the marriage certificate, my cell phone, the bottle of champagne and we dash out.
In the lobby, Seth stops. With his thumb, he pops the cork. Bubbling liquid flows out. He raises the bottle and says, “To us.”
“To us,” I repeat.
He places the bottle in my mouth. As I’m pulling a gulp of the fizzy drink, he replaces the bottle with his mouth, stealing a kiss and half the liquid from inside my mouth.
His hand slides around my waist, and he yanks me closer to him, making his erection notable against my lower tummy.
Everything surrounding us fades away, my arms snakes around his neck, and I get lost to the flavor of champagne mixed with the stroke of his tongue against mine. It’s too much. My body hums with an aching desire.
He pulls away. “We’ve got to get back to the hotel,” he says with a groan. “Like right now.”
Holding hands, we dash out of the chapel and onto the strip. I have no concept of time. It feels like I’m in an alternate universe.
After Seth takes gulps of champagne, he hands it to me. I take a long pull and give back to him. We stroll down the strip, sharing the drink, making out on corners, laughing, half-running and half-walking.
Dozens of people surround us. Share the same road. But it feels as though there’s a magical capsule isolating us from the rest of the world.
I’m filled with anticipation. But mostly I’m filled with an exuberant and bubbly happiness that I had never experienced before.
And it’s beautiful. And it’s romantic. And it’s dreamy . . .
AT THE LOBBY of the hotel, Seth hands the empty champagne bottle to one of the hotel’s concierges.
Laughing for no reason, but giddiness, we stumble inside the elevator. As luck would have it, the car is empty.
I press my back against the wall. My heart is pounding from the running and nonsense laughter.
Seth pushes the button to our floor and turns to face me.
Energy zings in the air. His facial expression morphs from carefree to predatory. He paces my way, like a lion approaching a gazelle.
My breath catches in my throat. The laughter dies in my mouth.
He places both hands on the wall on either side of me. “You look mighty delectable laughing like this, Mrs. Phoenix.”
My eyes flash to his mouth. He leans his head in and runs his nose along my collarbone. And oh my. That sweet spot south of me clenches and throbs.
He lowers his hand and clasps mine. He brings it to his erection. “Look what you’re doing to me. I’ve never been so goddamn hard.”
I inhale a sharp breath, surprised at his forwardness and terrified of his astounding size.
He moves my hand to his lips, placing a kiss and stroking his tongue lightly at the center of my palm. The softness and warmth of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure to my clenched muscles. Moisture dampens my panties and my legs weaken.
A ding announces our arrival. I’m mentally preparing to force my legs into motion when the floor disappears from beneath my feet. A squeak leaves my mouth.
“Allow me,” he says, carrying me out of the elevator.
Somehow he expertly opens the door while holding me and crosses the threshold. He places me on the floor and retreats a few steps.
The champagne we just drank renewed our fading buzz.
The sight of Seth standing a few feet from me is intoxicating. My mind swirls in anticipation and my body hums with desire.
His eyes bore through me. His perusal is slow and heated, making a tingling sensation travel from the soles of my feet to the tip of my head.
“Hot damn, woman! You’re mine,” he says, a guttural sound escaping his throat.
His words turn my body into molten lava. And I know I need him to take me. Claim me as his. Inside, a battle wages. My usual reserved ways are fighting a wanton woman that I had no idea lived inside me but who is now striving to break free.
The wanton woman wins and words roll off my lips, “Then come and take me.” My roguish voice is foreign
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