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No one needed to tell him that twice. He laced his fingers through Sha
Mrs. Sha
The name played in his head, and it was so fucking perfect, so damn sexy, and so everything he’d ever wanted in his life. In mere moments, the kiss climbed the heat scale as he kissed her furiously, and she tangled a hand in his hair, consuming his lips with her fire too.
He kissed her harder, even as the officiant clapped and cheered and wedding music played from the chapel.
Click.
Click.
Click.
He opened his eyes to see her cell phone held in one outstretched hand. He broke the kiss.
“I know you love selfies of us, so this is your first wedding present from your bride. Our first picture as husband and wife.”
“I love it, Mrs. Sha
“Then put on your seatbelt, handsome. I see a parking spot over there that’s got our name written all over it.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Nichols?”
“Yes. Those names,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Love those names.”
A minute later, he pulled into the farthest spot in the lot, away from other cars and lights. In a quick tango they’d practiced years ago in college, he moved to the passenger seat, lowered it, and lay back, bringing her on top of him.
He reached into his back pocket and proffered a condom. “Now I get why you’re so particular about them.”
“Some day I won’t ask you to use one.”
“Maybe someday soon. But for now, you should really ride your husband hard. Because we have ten years of lost sex to make up for.”
“We’re going to be pretty busy,” she said, her eyes sparkling with equal parts naughtiness and love, then with heat and want, as he hiked her skirt to her waist.
“My beautiful wife,” he said, as he brushed his fingertips along the front of her white panties. She trembled into his touch. He traveled lower, his fingers on a luxurious path to her center. Her mouth fell open in a sexy gasp as he felt the first evidence of her desire. “Hmmm. Seems marrying me turns you on.”
“Nothing has turned me on more,” she said, her breath already coming fast.
He unzipped his jeans, yanked her panties to the side and handed her the condom. “Put it on me,” he told her, as he held tight to her hips.
She opened the condom and rolled it onto his erection. He couldn’t believe it had only been twenty-four hours since he’d been inside her. It felt like forever. But as he lowered her, he savored both the intensity of sliding into her gorgeous body, and the sweet, blissful knowledge, that he had a lifetime ahead of him to be with her like this.
His wife.
She took her time, rising up and down, and swiveling her hips in a way that drove him wild. He watched her, raking his gaze over her face, her body, her hips. She was his now, completely his. He reached for her hair, threading his fingers into her strands, pulling her on top of him.
“Closer,” he said on a groan. “I need more of you.”
He dropped his hands to her ass, and gripped her tight as he moved her up and down, the friction, the heat, bringing them both to the edge. She rocked faster, harder, her hands grappling with his hair, her breathing turning frantic.
She said his name in the most desperate, ecstatic voice he’d ever heard, and it sent them both over the edge.
After, he wrapped his arms around her, her heart beating fast against his chest, her cheeks flushed. “Come home with me tonight, Mrs. Nichols.”
“Tonight? Just tonight?”
“Every night,” he said, as he smacked her ass. “Get your stuff. You’re moving in with me.”
She shot him a pouty look. “Why your home?”
“Why not my home?” he countered.
“Actually, I don’t care if it’s your home or mine. I just want to be with you. Plus, I hear you have a pretty good dishwasher.”
She went home with him. It had only taken him more than a decade to carry her over the threshold, but all those years of missing her were worth it that night.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
One week later
Sha
“I’ll be counting down the hours till you knock on the door dressed as a sexy room service French maid.”
She furrowed her brow. “Just exactly what kind of hotels do you stay at, Brent?”
He winked. “The kind where my wife shows up at midnight.” Then he kissed her. “Have a great rehearsal.” He swooped in for one more kiss. “See you tonight.”
She shooed him out the door. “Go. You’ll miss your plane. You need to be fresh and ready to impress the ladies of Tribeca tomorrow.”
“With you by my side, it’ll be a piece of cake,” he said, then left for the airport.
She finished getting ready for work, pulling on a pair of black leggings, a tunic tank top, and high heels, then tossing her favorite scarf around her neck—the silk, blush pink scarf that Brent had given her. A thin, wispy thing, it was perfect for the summer heat. She had a final on-site rehearsal today with her dancers at Edge. The San Francisco debut had been a smashing success, and with the show set to launch at Edge in Vegas next week, Sha
The weekend was packed and was sure to fly by in a whirlwind. After the picnic tomorrow, they’d visit with Julia and Clay in the evening. Sha
Whew.
She was exhausted just thinking about everything on the agenda. But maybe she was mentally drained, too, in advance of the visit with her mother. As she finished applying mascara, she fast-forwarded to visiting day at the Stella McLaren Correctional Center. Her stomach churned as she heard her mom’s voice in her head, as she imagined that desperate, manic look in Dora’s green eyes—the same damn shade as Sha