Page 50 of One Naughty Night (Single in South Beach)

“Not a wise move if you want to enjoy the rest of your wedding day.” His stern warning sounded just a little strangled.

She moved in closer to appreciate the feel of his body next to hers. “Maybe I’m just getting ready to enjoy the wedding night.”

Renzo tipped his forehead to hers, his eyelids falling shut. “A few more dances and we’ll go. I’m dying to get you all to myself.”

Esme smiled to think she wasn’t the only one suffering from desire overload. She wanted him so bad her ears were ringing with it.

No, wait.

Her ears were ringing because one hundred and twenty wedding patrons were clanging on their teacups and champagne glasses with their silverware.

“Looks like we’ve at least earned permission to kiss.” She paused as they danced, her world of orange blossoms and happy family narrowing until all she could see was Renzo.

Definitely the man of her dreams.

Her heart thudded heavy in her chest as he slanted his mouth over hers for a kiss that sent the whole reception hall howling.

Joy bubbled inside Esme along with a hefty dose of passion for her new husband.

And she realized she’d just committed excellent decision number one— tying the knot with her very own Stud of Italy.

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