Page 41 of Extra Witchy

“Can’t wait. All night long, I hope.”

Their eyes locked, and Trev swore his body temperature spiked to the point that he felt the heat everywhere. He inhaled slowly. Exhaled.

She smiled. “The stamina ball is in your court, sweetheart. Okay, we’re all set, tickets purchased. Let’s head over and get ready to admire the city from above.”

The wedding chapel was about half an hour from the High Roller attraction in south Las Vegas, so they called for another rideshare. This driver was quiet, respecting the mood, and he played a medley of soft, romantic songs. The car was clean and smelled of cinnamon, details Trev noted and stored away, because he wanted to recall every last trace of this perfect trip. He might never experience anything so wonderful again.

On impulse, he leaned over and kissed Leanne on the cheek. “Thanks for making this so incredible and memorable.”

“I’m having fun,” she said, waving off his gratitude, but she did lean over to return the kiss, her soft mouth lingering on his jaw.

The resultant thrill did things to him, feelings he probably shouldn’t focus on. Not yet anyway. There would be time for that tonight.Our wedding night.

Oh my God.

A short while later, he stepped into the pod behind Leanne. It was huge, much larger than it looked from the ground, and the view was breathtaking. They shared it with a few others, but they were quiet, admiring the slow, golden slide of the sun sinking in the sky. Since he’d grown up in the Midwest, he hadn’t realized sunset could be so glorious elsewhere. Out here in the desert, the colors were electrifying, making him feel like he’d never seen the sky before in his life. Or maybe it was the woman holding his hand, the last rays of sunlight gilding her hair like she was a flaming angel come to bless mere mortals with her grace.

“Take a picture,” she said, catching him gazing at her face instead of the skyline. “It’ll last longer.”

To her evident amusement, he did, clicking away with his phone like he could freeze this moment for all time.

Chapter 14

Electric candles, a bottle of champagne, and rose petals scattered around the suite did an amazing job of setting the mood.

There were also strawberries dipped in chocolate, arranged like a bouquet of flowers. No doubt about it, the hotel had gone above and beyond in creating the perfect ambiance for their wedding night. Leanne surprised herself by feeling a tad nervous as she changed out of her wedding dress and into the sexy number she’d packed specially for tonight. Not that she planned on wearing it long.

Trev stood in the middle of the room in his boxers, seeming confused as to what he should be doing, like he’d paused to think about it and not reached any conclusions. She sauntered toward him, grabbed his hand, and led him over to the table for two placed before the inspirational view of the Vegas Strip. The champagne was open already, so she poured two glasses and settled into the nearest chair, crossing her legs slowly to draw his attention.

“To happily ever after,” she said in a faintly ironic tone.

“Sounds like you don’t believe in that.” He clinked his flute against hers and took a sip then set the drink aside.

To avoid answering the question, she slid out of her chair and perched on his lap. He immediately shifted to accommodate her, snuggling her against him with gently encircling arms. With a soft sigh, Trev rested his chin on her shoulder, grazing her loose curls with his cheek. One nuzzle, another, then he swept the hair aside entirely to press kisses up and down the side of her throat. That felt exquisite, tender and sexy at the same time. She looped an arm about his shoulders and let the pleasurable sensations wash over her.

“We didn’t talk about it, but I got tested in case you want to—”

“So did I,” Trev cut in with a soft laugh. “Looks like great minds think alike.”

“I’m clear. All good on your end?”

He nodded. “Want to see the email?”

“I trust you. We can forego the condom if you like. Contraception is covered.”

It occurred to her then that she often went hard at sex—more interested in getting off and getting out than enjoying the experience. For some reason, she didn’t feel that way with him, as if she didn’t need to keep both hands on the wheel. So, when he shifted his arms and lifted her, carrying her toward the bed with bold strides, she merely curled closer.

Trev took his time, toying with the straps on her slip of a nightgown and laying delicate kisses on her shoulders. She slipped her arm out, silently amazed at his patience. He lavished her chest and throat with attention, never once straying lower, until she twisted beneath him, her fingers curling into the nape of his neck. Normally, she’d be on top by now, driving the action with innate dominance. Probably, she preferred it overall, but it also felt good to find out how he liked to touch her, left to his own devices.

And he caressed her body like he had all the time in the world. No limits, no tomorrow. He licked and nuzzled her breasts and then lower still, tracing his name on her stomach with his tongue. She only knew that because he whispered each letter into her damp skin, creating pleasurable goose bumps and a sweet little chill with each breath. When he murmured theV, he veered lower and kissed the tops of her thighs, his palms gentle when he parted her legs.

“Just making sure this is still good,” he asked on a soft pause, eyes locked on hers.

She propped up on an elbow, drinking in the ridiculously appealing picture he made. “I’m aching to see how this all ends up. Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Butterfly.”

With delicate fingers, he parted her sex and went in with his lips first, more heated kisses exactly where she wanted them. Leanne sank her fingers into his hair and tugged, trying to get his mouth on her clit, but he teased her with slow, languid licks everywhere else. He liked to draw everything out, like she was a Popsicle that would melt for him. The heat blazing through her backed up that theory, and she lifted her hips, rolling her pussy against his face.

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