Page 43 of An Unexpected Love

“Good luck,” she whispered.

“Jill,” Jordan called then, approaching her. “Are you ready?”

She looked at her husband of less than two hours and nodded. He was referring to their honeymoon trip, but she…she was thinking about their lives together.

* * *

“Hmm,” Jill murmured as the first light of dawn crept into their hotel room. She yawned widely, covering her mouth with both hands.

“Good morning, wife,” Jordan said, kissing her ear.

“Good morning, husband.”

“Did you sleep well?”

Eyes closed, she nodded.

“Me, too.”

“I was exhausted,” Jill told him, smiling shyly.

“No wonder.”

Although her eyes remained closed, Jill knew Jordan was smiling. Her introduction to the physical aspect of their marriage had been incredible, wonderful. Jordanwas a patient and gentle lover. Jill had felt understandably nervous, but he’d been tender and reassuring.

“I didn’t know it could be so good,” she said, snuggling in her husband’s arms.

“I didn’t, either,” he surprised her by saying. His lips were in her hair, his hands exploring her skin. “It’s enough to make a husband think about wasting the morning in bed.”

“Wasting?”Jill teased, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “Surely I misunderstood you. The Jordan Wilcox I’ve met wouldn’t know how to waste time.”

“It all has to do with the musical rest,” he said seductively. “The all-important caesura. Who would ever have guessed something so small could change a man’s entire life?” He kissed her with a hunger that moved her, then made love to her with a need that humbled her.

It was noon before they left the hotel room and one o’clock when they returned.

“Jordan,” Jill said, blushing when he reached for her, “it’s the middle of the day.”

“So?”

“So…it’s indecent.”

“Really?” But as he spoke, he was lowering his mouth to hers. The kiss was intoxicating, and any resistance Jill might have felt vanished like ice in the sun.

She rested her palms against his shoulders as he kissed her again and again.

Unable to stop herself, Jill moaned softly.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he trailed kisses down the side of her neck. “There’s that sightseeing trip you wanted to take,” he reminded her. “To see the pineapple and sugarcane fields.”

“It’s not important. We could see them another time,” she said breathlessly.

“That’s not what you claimed earlier.”

“I was just thinking…” She didn’t get the opportunity to finish. Jordan’s kiss absorbed her words and scattered the thought.

“What did you think?”

“That married people should occasionally be willing to change their plans,” she managed to say.

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