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“You can fly that?” she asks as I walk her to my private helicopter pad.
I smirk. “Yeah. Easton delivered it for me.”
“What else don’t I know about you?” She laughs.
“Ask me anything,” I say. “Want to play forty-two questions?”
“We suck at keeping count, but I’d love to play.” I open the door for her and she climbs in.
I reach across her, pulling the harness over her chest, then meet her eyes. “I can’t wait to take this dress off of you.”
“Mm. It’s what I’m looking forward to the most.”
I buckle her in.
“Where are we going?”
A smirk touches my lips. “On our honeymoon.”
Chapter 34
Autumn
The moonlight reflects off of Lake Tahoe, casting beams across the water. I stand at the oversized windows, taking it all in. It’s still and quiet, other than the crickets.
“You own this place too?” I ask. Every single one of his homes has the best views.
“Wedo.” He moves toward me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. I crave his warm mouth and take what I want, but I take it slow.
His lips are on my neck and he peppers kisses upward. He traces the shell of my ear with his lips, inhaling me. “You smell good.”
I grab his shirt with my fist and pull him closer to me. “You do too. I need you.”
He smiles, takes my hand, and we dance by the light of the moon.
“Did you know I didn’t want a reception?” I ask.
“I did,” he says, spinning me around.
“Thank you for marrying me,” I whisper.
“Pleasure is mine.”
“Am I awake?” It still feels like a dream, a fairy tale that I’ll be ripped away from. Every day, I’m worried I’ll wake up in my loft, dreaming of a life I wanted to live. I want to keep these precious memories with him for a lifetime.
“Yes,” he says, kissing me. We break apart, and it’s easy to imagine what the outside looks like covered in snow. I’ve only ever seen photos of this place online. Now I’m here.
Zane grabs my hand, leading me up the wide, log stairs, lifting me into his arms and carrying me up them. We say nothing, not even when he kicks open the door.
He sets me on the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees, then disappears under the silk and tulle.
“Mm,” he hums and rubs his scruff against my bare pussy.
“That feels amazing,” I say breathlessly as his tongue darts out. My eyes slam shut as he lifts my thigh over his shoulder, allowing himself better access. I want him, need him closer.
“More. Please,” I say, building up too fast, greedily racing to the end even though he’s barely touched me. It’s always been like this for us since the beginning. I can’t get enough and never will. This man is my fantasy, my dream, and I’m insatiable for him as he devours me like I’m his sustenance. Like I’m the only thing that can keep him alive.
My back arches and the orgasm threatens and builds like a summer storm in the mountains. Two fingers slide deep inside me and a groan releases as heat swirls. I need this bad.
