Page 53 of Her Billionaire Hero
“Try as I may, I could never explain what I hear when you don’t say a thing.”
Sloan was definitely making me wait, and the anticipation of seeing her in the wedding dress she’d given me no hints about was making me antsy.
And then there she was as the singer sang, “The smile on your face lets me know that you need me.”
I was beaming at her. I couldn’t stop smiling. She looked utterly amazing in a flowing satin, bone-white wedding gown. It shimmered with each tiny step she took, a silver shoe peeking out from under the bottom of the dress each time.
“The truth in your eyes says you’ll never leave me.”
I will never leave you, my love.
“The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if I ever fall.”
I will always catch you—you can count on me, my darling wife.
“Now you say it best, when you say nothing at all,” the singer tapered off, ending the song.
My bride took one final step, then she handed her bouquet to Delia before taking my hands. “Hi there, handsome. Wanna change my name now?”
“You bet I do.” I wanted to kiss her so damn badly, but that part hadn’t come yet. I had to wait. I had to be patient. “You look gorgeous.”
Blushing, she ducked her head. “Thank you. I feel gorgeous.”
“We are gathered here today,” the preacher said, taking our attention. Perhaps he saw the need in my eyes to get to the good part, the part where I got to kiss my bride. “To join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”
Her hands began shaking and I gave them a gentle squeeze to let her know that I was right here with her. We were doing this together, and she would never be alone again. Not as long as I had breath in my lungs and my heart had a beat left in it.
I couldn’t tell you what else the preacher said that day. All I saw was Sloan, and all I felt was pure love for her. I knew that we’d be together forever, and I knew we’d weather more storms in our lives. But neither of us would have to weather any storm on our own. We’d be a team in every aspect. Sloan and I against the world.
Smiling up at me, she whispered, “You can kiss me now, hubby.”
I’d gone through the motions, said yes when I was supposed to, and so had she. That was it, we were one. All that was left was to seal the deal with a kiss. “Can I?”
Nodding, her cheeks went pink as she pursed her lips. “You can.”
I’d been in a rush to take those lips before, but now I just wanted to look at her.Mrs. Nash.
I looked back at my brothers to find them all with shining eyes. Patton even had a tear running down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away before anyone else could see it. “Thanks, brothers.”
I turned back to look at my wife, who patiently waited for my kiss with closed eyes and puckered pink lips. I took her beautiful face in my hands then put my lips on hers. It wasn’t a dominating kiss. It was equal on both sides. Her lips parted, allowing our tongues to dance as we made it official.
Everyone clapped as our kiss went on and on and on and I picked her up in my arms and walked down the aisle. “I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Nash,” the preacher shouted, and everyone cheered loudly.
The driver of the limo we’d rented held open the back door to the car and I slid my precious wife into the back seat. “Are you ready for this, Mrs. Nash?” I slid in beside her, holding her hand as the driver closed the door behind us.
“I’m ready if you are, Mr. Nash.” Leaning in, she kissed me hard, then climbed over, straddling me.
This is gonna be some ride!
Chapter Thirty
Sloan
After a traditional wedding reception with champagne flowing like a waterfall, dancing to every song on both of our playlists, and eating more food than I’d ever eaten before, we staggered into our hotel room. “Well, that was something, wasn’t it?”
“It was something,” he agreed. “I loved it. But Iamglad I never have to do that again.”
“Me too.” Baldwyn was it for me. I knew that without a doubt in the world. “I love this dress too, but I can’t wait to take it off and never wear it again.”
