Page 73 of Royal Darling
I stare at her. “Now how is that going to look in our wedding album?”
She grimaces. “Bloody hell! Now look what’s happened. You’ve turned into a traditionalist.”
I laugh. “Maybe I’d rather spread the icing over you. Naked.”
Her eyes light up, her voice husky. “Dirty, filthy man.” She kisses me, her tongue sliding inside, completely uninhibited despite our nearby guests.
I break the kiss. “Later.” Someone claps me on the shoulder and I turn. “Hey.”
“Congratulations,” Lucas says.
“Thanks, mate,” I say.
“Thank you,” Emma says. “We’re very happy.”
Lucas leans close to Emma, saying in a low teasing tone, “Running from one altar to another so quick, Emma. What will people think?”
Emma scratches her cheek with her middle finger.
I can’t help but laugh. I taught her that. “It’s been seven months between altars,” I tell Lucas. “When it’s right, it’s right. I wish the same happiness for you.”
He looks horrified. “Bite your tongue. You trying to jinx me? Haven’t you heard I’m the world’s most eligible royal bachelor? The internet voted and I won.” He smiles smugly. “They say I’m charming.”
Emma rolls her eyes. “You probably voted for yourself a thousand times.”
He crosses his arms and smirks. “Didn’t need to. I had it in the bag.”
I sock him on the shoulder. “Man, I can’t wait to see the woman who brings you to your knees.”
He straightens, speaking in a haughty voice. “I’m a prince, Jackson. We don’t drop to our knees for anyone except the king and queen.”
I grin. “Then I can’t wait to meet your future queen.”
I exchange a look with Emma, both of us smiling. We know how crazy love can make you.
A ghost of worry crosses Lucas’s face before he says, “Not likely.” He gives us a jaunty salute and heads off to the bar with his brothers.
We make the rounds, greeting our guests and accepting many warm congratulations. After a seafood dinner under the setting sun, the lights are turned on inside a tent where a dance floor has been set up.
My band is playing a special set for the reception, all of my and Emma’s songs. No one is on the dance floor, and I decide we should take advantage.
“Time for our dance,” I tell her, leading her onto the dance floor. It’s a slow song, one of our newer songs. As soon as our house is completed with its sound studio, I’m going to record an album with her. Just us. A duo. We’ll put it out on our own for total creative control.
She smiles. “You know, this is the first time I’ve danced with you. All that music and we never danced.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close. Her arms wrap around my neck, her soft curves pressed against me. “We tried once, remember? The first night we got back together on New Year’s Eve.”
She grins. “Oh, I remember now. You were trying to be all sweet loving and I was trying to be all dirty grinding.” She does a subtle grind against me, and I go rock hard.
“That’s right,” I manage.
“Now we’ll just have to torture each other all night dancing as foreplay.”
I stifle a groan as her hand roams over my chest. She gets me going so easily, my body remembering all the passion from each joining, and ramping up for more.
She strokes the hair at the nape of my neck. “Unless,” she whispers in a husky voice, “we sneak away for a quick hard fuck in a secret hiding place I know.”
I wink. “I know it too.”
