Page 66 of Turbulent Fires

“I love you,” I gasp. His gaze burns into mine.

He grips my hips and guides me. “I love you for an eternity,” he tells me.

He kisses me again as he squeezes my hips tight and surges up, making me scream against his mouth when a release washes over me. He soon joins, leaving us both breathing heavily as we soar to the heavens and slowly float back down again.

He keeps me wrapped in his arms, our bodies still connected as one. “I promise you’ll never regret marrying me. I’ll strive every single day to make you the happiest woman alive. I’ll cherish you as you should be worshipped, and though I’ll make mistakes, I’ll admit to them, and do better next time. Now that I’ve found you, there’s nothing that will pull me away. I love you.”

“You don’t even have to do anything. I love you, Wolf, that’s enough.”

I lean against him, skin to skin, heart to heart. He chuckles. I’m too content to pull away to look at him this time. “I guess we’re officially flying into forever now,” he tells me. I chuckle against him.

“That’s quite the cheesy line, Mr. Young.” I pause while I gently bite his shoulder. “We’re doing it with no flight plan, no map, and no idea of our final destination.”

“Mmm, with equally cheesy lines, we’re a match made in heaven.”

“Hey, that was pretty brilliant,” I tell him.

“Everything you do and say is brilliant.”

It takes a while, but we somehow manage to untangle from each other’s arms. I always feel empty when we do. But I also know it won’t be long until I’m right back where I’m supposed to be. We somehow manage to get home, where we immediately get naked again and curl up together with a blanket wrapped around us.

“I don’t think my fear of flying is completely over, but I know it will fade more and more each time we go up,” I tell him.

“If you ever feel unsafe, you tell me and we’ll take a train if we need to.”

“I know you mean that, and it matters more than words can say.”

“You’re all that matters, Audrey. I want you happy, and I’m willing to do anything to make that happen.”

“I trust you to keep me safe.”

He kisses me long and slow. “We’ll always fly together, no matter where life takes us.”

I give him a big grin. “Okay, we can always fly, as long as you promise me one thing.” I try to keep my tone serious. He looks concerned.

“Anything.”

“The next time we crash land, you have to jump into the water first. That was ridiculously cold. Try landing in a more tropical place.”

It takes a moment, then he throws his head back and laughs. “Let’s just avoid crashing.”

“That sounds like a better plan.”

We stay in each other’s arms as we both think about what’s ahead. I’m sure it will be amazing no matter what obstacles or challenges head our way. We’ve found each other and now we’re an unstoppable force. It doesn’t get better than this.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Audrey

Weddings are far less about romance and more like tactical diplomacy. If one more person tries to schedule a pre-pre-wedding tasting brunch, I’m going to fake a signal outage and move to a remote island with questionable Wi-Fi and zero floral vendors. Before wedding planning, I had no idea how many ways a person could be asked if they prefer blush or dusty rose. They’re the same freaking color!

The house, no, scratch that, the flipping compound, is buzzing with more people than the Oscars backstage. Designers flit through the hallways like caffeinated fairies as florists unload enough petals to smother a mid-size village. Don’t even get me started with the clipboards. There are so many clipboards with notes, more notes... and even more notes. I have nightmares of an avalanche of sticky notes pulling me down the side of a mountain and burying me, never to be seen again. If it gets me out of wedding planning, I’m perfectly okay with that.

Wolf and I are sitting on the edge of a couch like the hostages we are, coffee in hand, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in fear that it will spark another round of questions, such ashow do you feel about scalloped edging?I swear I’m going to start yelling and never stop.

“This isn’t a wedding,” I mutter, staring at a six-page PDF itinerary my mother just emailed me. “It’s a royal summit with centerpieces.”

Wolf looks far too relaxed with his infuriatingly sexy smirk, like this is the most entertaining thing he’s ever witnessed. He might not make it to the wedding because I’ll be burying him. No doubt my mother would find a fill-in groom, because this thing is going to happen with or without us.

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