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Ishattered. He swallowed my broken cry as I came undone, my head feeling all floaty and my muscles going lax. He kissed me soft and slowly, almost lazily, as I floated in his hold, trusting him to protect me and keep me safe.

“I love you,” I murmured, resting my head beside his, our cheeks pressed together. I cupped the back of his head, stroking my fingers through his dark hair.

He tightened his arms around me. “You’re my entire world, spitfire.”

Chapter Thirteen

AMBER

A few days later, we were both waiting in the resort’s salon for a couples massage. Ryan kept fidgeting beside me, still uncomfortable with the idea. He leaned his head against mine, kissing my cheek before dragging his nose along my jaw. “How about I give you a massage in the room?” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, doing everything he could to get out of this.

A shiver raced up and down my spine at the sensation and the thought of his big, strong hands all over my body. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, the familiar spice of his cologne washing over me.

“I’ll get some candles sent up, turn all the lights off, play some soft music as I undress you, and?—”

“You’re, uh, room is ready, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson.” My eyes shot open and landed on the young, blushing assistant. Her eyes were looking at the ground as her cheeks flamed red. I snapped my head over to look at Ryan, who only smirked, humor dancing in his blue eyes. I scowled at him before turning back to the clearly uncomfortable receptionist.

“Thanks. Which one?” I managed to find the right words, finding it hard to look the poor girl in the eye.

“Down the hall, blue door on the right. The girls will be waiting for you outside.” She didn’t look at us as she scampered back to her desk and turned her back to us.

“Before you decide to go into that room, let me finish what I was saying.” I glared at my husband. “I think I can change your mind and give you amuchmore sensual experience.” Ryan couldn’t keep the grin from his face now, and as mortified as I was, all I wanted to do was kiss him.

It had been almost two weeks since the wedding, and his beard was growing in nice and thick, giving him an alluring look that made me want to kiss his pink lips every time I looked at him. He made me lose all control over myself with his boyish charm and sinfully good looks. I was putty in his gorgeously strong, warm hands.

“How about after this massage, you can show me just how sensual you can be, Mr. Wilson, starting in the shower and then in that wonderfully big bed. We can spend the rest of the day in it. Our reservation at the steakhouse downstairs isn’t until eight o’clock tonight.” I stood up and held my hand out for him, watching as his eyes glimmered with a wave of disappointment, but he still smiled.

“Anything for you. Anything to keep that smile on your face, spitfire.” He led the way down the dimly lit hallway. The sound of soft, whimsical music reaching our ears became louder with every step we took. The scent of essential oils surrounded us, setting my nerves at ease with every inhale.

We stopped outside the room we were directed to, where two older women stood outside. I wanted to thank whoever made that decision. I had been worrying about a woman touching my husband, but now, the worry fled as I glanced at the women who were old enough to be our mothers. I then briefly wondered if they were strong enough to rub the tension out of his body.

Tugging Ryan to a stop, I leaned up on my toes and pecked his lips, loving the rough feel of his beard against my skin. “I think you should know that I’m completely in love with you.” I pulled away and headed for the room, smiling at the two women, who smiled back.

“Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, we are so pleased to meet you. We will wait outside for you to change and get comfortable. Try some of the lemon water before you lie down. It helps rid your body of all the toxins within. We’ll give you ten minutes.” One of the women opened the door, and I stepped into the candlelit room, Ryan at my back.

When the door closed behind him, he pushed me against the wall, his hands at my waist, fingers biting into my skin. A wave of arousal washed over me, my belly clenching and my nipples hardening. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Do you know that?” His nose skimmed along my jawline, and then, his lips followed, delicately brushing against my skin, his beard tickling me. “I want to kiss you every time I look at you.” His face dipped to my neck, and naturally, I granted him access, loving the feel of his lips at the base of my throat. He surprised me by nibbling at my earlobe, and I shivered, a tiny moan falling from my lips. “I promise to treat you like a queen until the day that I die, Amber. I love every fiber of you with my whole being.”

My legs wobbled, my knees knocking at his admission. I held onto his shoulders, anchoring myself to him. “Even your toes?” I whispered, my eyes closing when he pressed a kiss to my throat.

He chuckled. “Even my toes, baby.” His nose was against mine, and his lips brushed across mine before the tip of his tongue traced my mouth. I moaned as he sucked my sensitive bottom lip, swallowing my sounds. “I love the little noises you make. Have I ever told you that?” He leaned his forehead against mine. His heart was beating quickly against my breasts.

I shook my head, barely finding enough oxygen to breathe, let alone speak. He made me so dizzy.

“Well, I fucking love the noises you make. You set my soul on fire, Amber. You always have. Since the day that I met you.”

There was a knock at the door, and a muted voice relayed a five-minute reminder, but I couldn’t focus on her. I didn’t want Ryan to stop. His one hand slid down my waist until he had my ass cheek in his large palm. “I love your sweet ass—perfectly round and full like a sweet peach.” He squeezed, and I jumped into his chest, my hands clutching onto his shirt, bunching it into my fists. His blue eyes glimmered in the dimly lit room. “Those green eyes are shining for me, baby—shining a bright emerald with lust and love for me. I want to sink my hands into your soft hair and kiss those fucking sweet lips every time you smile at me.”

The breath was knocked out of me all at once by his sweet words. This man never ceased to amaze me. His love was infinite. I stared up at him in awe, my heart pounding so hard in my chest, I wondered if it would just beat right out and land at our feet. I wondered if he could feel what he was doing to me… if he felt the same way.

“I love you, Mr. Wilson, more than words can portray,” I whispered, standing on my toes to reach his lips, to look into his eyes as I kissed him. With one hand firmly clutching my ass, the other slid its way up my body, fingers skimming up my back, leaving shocks in their wake until finally, he tangled his thick fingers into my hair.

“And I love you, Amber Wilson.” He was about to kiss me when another knock sounded on the door. “We need ten more minutes,” he called before devouring my lips.

When he pulled away, he reached behind me for a glass of the lemon water and raised it to my lips. “Drink, sweet girl.” I took the cold glass from his hand and gulped down the water quickly.The bitter water rushed down my parched throat. I watched him drink his, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every swallow, and I blushed, admiring his thick muscles.

I put my empty glass on the table and started to undress, my insecurities still nagging at me as I took off my tank top, leaving me standing in a pair of shorts and a white lace bra. I turn my back to him, the little voice in my head reminding me that I wasn’t the same toned girl I used to be, that my stomach wasn’t flat anymore, and that my boobs sagged without the pretty bra. His hands wrapped around me, and I was pulled to his bare chest. The feel of his skin on mine set me on fire.

“Don’t do this. Don’t let the voice win. Where’s my brave girl?” His hands spanned over my slightly bloated stomach before coming up to cup my breasts. “Where’s the girl who didn’t give a flying fuck about what I thought of her?”

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