Page 145 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

The elevator opens and we approach the penthouse door. He looks at the door, then at me. He holds out his arms as if I could possibly jump into them and be carried across the threshold. “Shall we?”

Warmth flows through me knowing I have a man who accepts me exactly the way I am.

I give him a sultry wink. “How about you just show me how strong you are in bed?”

“Your wish is my command,” he says, pulling me impatiently through the door.

Tingles bombard my insides. Tonight is the night we’ll be together for the first time in five months. We’ve done stuff. Other stuff. Mostly to him because I wasn’t sure if my ‘parts’ were ready. But with the way I’m feeling right now, I know they are. And I can’t wait to make love to my…husband.

I say the word in my head, still not believing it. Because in my heart, that’s what he is and what he’ll always be.

“So… wife,” he says as if we’re telepathically connected. “What about the honeymoon? Where should we go? Anywhere. Just name it. Nothing is off the table.”

We walk into the living room, greeted by Joey. OrI’mgreeted by him anyway. He still hasn’t fully warmed up to Lucas.

“At the reception, I was talking with Marti about their upcoming wedding in Antigua. I think it’s the perfect time. M&M will be three months old. You said we’d take a private jet. Your entire family will be there for at least a week to help babysit so we can have some alone time.”

As I talk about it, his smile grows larger. “I think you read my mind, Mrs. Montana.”

Mrs. Montana.Everyone started calling me that right after. The first time it happened, I watched Lucas’s reaction to see if it bothered him. It didn’t. In fact, he was beaming, his smile splitting his face from ear to ear.

Regan Montana. Lucas Montana’s wife.My stomach flutters and my heart floods with warmth. Who’d have flippin’ thought?

“Yeah.” I lean down and pick up a pair of baby booties and set them on the table. “One night without him will be hard enough. I can’t imagine going a whole week or two not being around Mitchell.”

He pins me against the wall, my hands trapped over my head. “Just one more reason we belong together.”

When he goes for my neck, I extend it to the side, giving him plenty of room to tease and taunt me the way he has been these last weeks. It’s been weeks of torture. Of sentiment. Of pure bliss.

“Tonight, I make you mine.”

I giggle as he sucks on my throat. “I thought the ceremony earlier today did that.”

“Are you thirsty?” he asks, peppering my jawline with kisses. “Hungry?”

“Mmm.” I lose myself in the feeling. “I’m only hungry for one thing.”

His lips disappear from my skin and he takes my hand, dragging me through the living room, past the kitchen, and down the hall into our bedroom.

Ours. It’s never felt more like it than it does right now.

I stand next to the bed, his eyes feasting on me before even one scrap of clothing has been discarded. “I love this dress.” He unties the bodice bow, leans down, gathers the hem, and pulls it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. “I love it even more now.”

I laugh, but then stop when his stare devours me.

“Holy crap, Ray.”

I run my hands seductively down the front of my new strapless lacy shapewear, then slowly twirl around so he can see me from all angles. Knowing I’d never be walking down any actual aisle at any real wedding, I thought this was my one chance to wear something like this. Who knew it would end up being my actual wedding night attire? “You approve?”

“Do you even know what you do to me? You look incredible.”

My cheeks heat. “Well, Ihavelost the seventeen pounds I gained with Mitchell and then some. Breastfeeding is amazing.”

His hands come up to cup them. “One of the wonders of the world, I’d say.”

“Careful, or they’ll leak all over you.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” He kneads my super-full breasts that are much more than a handful. “I wouldn’t mind one goddamn bit.”

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