Page 178 of An Unholy Affair
Eveline watched him, happily exhausted from the day but definitely not yet ready for bed. Lights went on inside the cottage. Then he was back and lifting her into his arms.
After the heat and noise of the day, the wood was cold and quiet. All Eveline could hear was the rustling of her dress, their breathing, and the sound of Jack’s feet as he walked.
The cottage may have appeared ancient on the outside, but inside, the decor was Scandi chic.
‘Oh Jack! This is so lovely.’
He smiled. ‘Happy Wedding, wife,’ He rested his forehead on hers. ‘We did it.’
She ran her fingers up his neck into his hair. ‘I don’t think we have…’
‘Huh?’
‘Done it,’ she whispered in his ear.
She felt his smile against her cheek. ‘An omission that shall be rectified immediately.’
Jack strode to the foot of the tiny staircase and paused, frowning. Holding her in his arms, there was no way it was wide enough for him to walk up with her.
‘Shall I get down?’ she asked.
‘Absolutely not,’ he retorted. ‘Never give up—’
She shrieked as he threw her over his shoulder.
‘—Never surrender!’ he continued, striding up the stairs as she laughed.
‘Which door is it…’ he muttered to himself. ‘Aha!’
Entering a room, he transferred her gently to the middle of a large bed covered in rose petals, and lay above her.
‘If I were ever to be stuck reliving one day over and over for the rest of my life,’ he murmured. ‘I would want this one to be my Groundhog Day.’
She nodded, her heart stuck in her throat.
‘You’re my everything,’ he said, kissing her softly.
‘And you’re mine,’ she replied, her fingers trailing down the front of his chest. ‘Every… Single… Inch…’
As her hand closed around the hardness of his cock, he growled. ‘Minx,’ he muttered. ‘You’ll be the death of me.’
Giddy laughs burst out of her. ‘If you are planning on expiring, could you possibly wait twenty minutes?’
‘Twenty minutes?’ he exclaimed. ‘Is that all? Give me some credit.’ Eveline squeezed his length through his trousers and he groaned. ‘Actually, after this last week of abstinence, I doubt I’ll last two.’
Turning her over, he ran his fingers down the back of her dress. ‘Please let there be a zip…’
She giggled. ‘It’s couture. There are no shortcuts.’
‘Scissors?’
‘Jack Newton! Don’t you dare!’
He huffed as he started on the countless buttons. ‘I don’t think you understand the urgency of the situation,’ he grumbled. ‘I need you naked right now.’
Eveline reached behind her to undo the ones from the bottom. As soon as she met him in the middle, he cheered with triumph and grabbed the silk and voluminous net to pull it over her head.
‘It’s like a bloody tent!’ he cried in exasperation as she was lost inside the skirts. ‘Whereareyou?’
