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Chapter One

Callum ~ August

“You almost ready, baby?” I ask, as I lightly tap my knuckles on the door. Leaning in closer, I listen for signs of movement on the other side.

The sound of Ellie’s heels clicking on the tile floor of our hotel suite brings a smile to my face. Just the mental image of seeing her in her summer dress, getting ready, knowing how beautiful she looks.

Running my hand over my button-up shirt, I step back when I hear the footsteps approaching before the door handle is turned and she’s standing before me.

Her hair has a light wave to it, brighter than it was just a week ago. Her tan skin is bronzer and there’s a light dusting of freckles appearing over the apples of her cheeks. They are rosy from the sun she got when we were lying out on the beach earlier today.

Glancing down, I take in my wife standing in front of me. She looks like a fucking angel in her white dress. It cuts into a deep V, teasing me with what I know she looks like underneath.

Following the path down to her legs to the heels wrapped around her feet, I barely hold back the urge to drop to my knees before her. She’s a fucking sight to see. The possessive side of me wants to growl, pull her into my arms, and keep her locked away in our hotel room for the rest of the night.

I don’t know how I got so lucky with her, but I won’t let her know I question it either. When I see the glistening of the wedding band flashing where it sits on her ring finger, something in me shifts.

She’s my wife and despite hating the thought of any other man looking at her, I love knowing she’s wearing my ring and showing the world she’s mine. That’s enough to get me to let go of my overprotectiveness and instead, reach out and grab her hand, pulling her closer to me.

“I’m ready.” She giggles, as she falls against my chest. She rubs her palm over my abs, biting her lip as she peers up at me.

“Don’t look at me like that, Ellie.”

There’s a sparkle in her eye at my comment as a light smirk lines her lips. It distracts me, I swear she leaves me constantly hanging on the edge with want. I could so easily close the distance between us and kiss her mouth.

“Like what?” She feigns innocence, which on any other day I might actually believe, but right now, I know better.

Her tongue darts out, lightly tracing a line over her lip, teasing me. She knows exactly what she’s doing. It can’t happen right now though. We have a dinner reservation in ten minutes, and I have plans for her, despite how good she looks right now.

“Don’t think I don’t see through that innocent look, sweetheart. I know you better than that,” I growl, kissing her deeply. She hums softly, as she slides her hands up my chest and around my neck, holding me close to her.

I love how confident she’s become around me. The once shy and timid girl, held back by her past, doesn’t hold herself back anymore. She takes what she wants, and I love how she doesn’t suppress her urges when it’s me she wants.

Keeping my forehead pressed against hers, I break our kiss and struggle to breathe again.

“We have dinner reservations at eight o’clock. We should get going. If I don’t stop us now, we will end up like last night where I’m ordering you room service and feeding you dinner in bed naked again.”

She smiles deviously before she nods her head. “We are on our honeymoon after all.”

For a minute I think she’s ready for me to cancel our plans before she pulls back, lacing her fingers in mine. “We might as well enjoy it while we can. We’re married now, which means we’ll have many days of naked dinners when we’re back home.”

I almost consider saying to hell with it, when she turns and pulls me down the hallway of our hotel suite. I get a glimpse of her in this dress from behind, her hair pulled over to the side, showing off the column of her neck, making my cock twitch in my pants.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, as she squeezes my hand tighter as she looks back at me, biting her lip.

“Let’s make this quick then.”

Once we’re out of the hotel and heading down toward the beach, I’m glad we decided to keep our plans for the evening. The sun has started to set, lighting up the sky in a beautiful array of pink and orange, as the waves crash in the distance. We make it to the end of the dock, leading us to the secluded area I had arranged for us for tonight.

Ellie stops, leaning down to undo the strap around her foot before I bend down in front of her. Unhooking the clasp, I ease her foot out of her heels as she steps down into the sand.

I probably should’ve asked you if my shoes were appropriate for tonight,” she whispers down to me.

Running my hand over her calf down to her ankle, I peer up at her and smile. “Oh, they’re always appropriate. I’ll show you why later.”

She grins, shaking her head at me. “Lord, what am I going to do with you?”

“I can think of a few things.” I chuckle.