The Montana Doctor's Love (New Montana Brides Book 8) by Susan Leigh Carlton Page B

pray.”
    The vows were exchanged, the pronouncement was made. Patrick kissed his bride and they began to move down the aisle. He stopped at the Parson’s row and held his hand out in invitation to Emily to join them. Hand in hand, the three of them made their way out of the church.
    With happiness written on their faces, the newlyweds received congratulations from their many friends. They heard “it’s about time” many times that day.
    The two families celebrated the union with a small party at the Cosmopolitan Hotel
    “What are your plans?” Zebulon asked. “Where are you going to live?”
    “We talked about that,” Mary Louise said. “Since Patrick is on call, living on the Circle P is not practical. The Palmer’s said we are welcome there. We would like to have a place of our own though. Both of us want more children.”
    “Hear! Hear!” Elizabeth said.
    “We’re going to stay here tonight,” Patrick said, and we’ll come get Emily tomorrow morning. If that meets with your approval.”
    “What about a honeymoon?” Carter asked.
    “We haven’t even given that any thought,” Patrick said.
    “You should think about it.” Carter said.
    “I agree,” Elizabeth said.
    Patrick looked at Mary Louise. She said, “I’d like for us to get settled before we think of anything else.”]
    The families had left. Patrick carried their valises previously left at the front desk, turned to his bride and said, “Shall we go upstairs?”
    “Let’s”, she said.
    “You are the most beautiful bride, I have ever seen,” he said. “I’m so glad we found each other again. I’ve missed you all these years. I didn’t realize how much, until I saw you coming down the aisle today.”
    He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Taller than she was by several inches, he bent his head until their lips were at the same level. He traced the outline with his finger, and brought his mouth to hers. When their lips touched, he probed the opening. She parted hers allowing him entry.
    When his tongue touched hers, a low moan escaped, as a shock wave raced through her body. He explored the interior, sending new spirals of desire down her body. It was a divine ecstasy. When they broke the kiss, she said, “You never kissed me like that before.”
    “You were never my wife before,” he said.
    “Is this the way it’s going to be?” she asked.
    “If I have anything to do with it, yes and more,” he said.
    She pressed her open lips to his, she kissed him, lingering, savoring every moment.
    His fingers found the buttons on her dress. The first one was undone, then the second. After the third one, he slid his hand inside and found the warm soft mound of flesh under her bra. He slid her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. When she raised her arms, he pulled her chemise off and discarded it with the dress. He unsnapped her bra and pulled her to him. She removed her bloomers and stood, before him. Her perfect body revealed to him.
    He felt the burning touch of her body through his shirt. Her eyes never left his as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. He removed his undershirt, unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to the floor.
    He felt the sharp intake of breath when he cupped her breast in his hand. He kissed her cheek and neck. He lowered his head and took her breast in his mouth, and felt her tremble as sh pressed against him.
    “Make love to me Patrick. I want you so much, I ache.”
    He lowered her to the bed. Slowly, gently, they consummated their marriage.
    On his side, he raked his eyes over her. She smiled and enjoyed the love she saw in his gaze. “Mrs. Palmer,” he said, may I say, you’re magnificent? I am the luckiest man in the world. Not only are you mine, I get a daughter in the deal.
    “I will never do anything to hurt you, and will work to keep our love fresh and strong,” he said.
    “I know that, and I will do the same,” she said. “I love you with