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She was floating. Weightless. Suspended in midair.
Dane lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing, and he was now striding into one of villa’s bedrooms. It wasn’t her room. Or his. This room was huge, with now-closed double doors that led out to a balcony overlooking the ocean. An ocean that reminded her of his blue eyes. An ocean of blue she was already getting lost in.
As he carried her over the threshold, she stared up into his eyes. Tenderness laced through her heart as she gazed at his handsome face. He looked down at her and smiled. Then, her husband laid her down gently on the huge bed.
Noticing the delightful scent of flowers, she stared around the bedroom. The bed’s silk sheets were covered in red rose petals. The room glowed in the light of scores of lit candles that had been set on the tables and the rest of the furniture.
She looked at the room, in wonder at how beautiful it all was. “How did you do all this?”
He smiled, a glint in his blue eyes. “I have my ways.”
She reached her hands out to him, desperate to touch him. Desperate to feel his skin on hers. “Come help me take off my dress.”
With a cocky grin, he shook his head and started to take off his jacket. He was teasing her, making her wait. Taking his sweet time before he put out the flame he had just ignited in her.
Allyson bit her lip, suppressing a desperate moan as he slowly started to undress. After he tossed his jacket aside and kicked off his shoes, he took off his waistcoat, his shirt. The hard muscles of his bare chest made her mouth water. He was the perfect male specimen, from his broad shoulders all the way down to the muscles of his calves. Calves that were now exposed as he stripped off his pants.
Dane was now down to his boxer briefs, and as much as she enjoyed looking at his incredible body she couldn’t stand waiting for her husband any longer. She beckoned him and he approached her, taking her hands and helping her get off the bed.
“Do you need help getting out of your dress now?” he asked, his deep voice making her entire body quiver.
It took everything in her not to beg him to rip her dress off. Somehow, she found the self-control to merely nod and say, “Yes.”
With strong hands he turned her body around, making her face away from him, her back to him as he began to help her out of her gown. His firm hands pulled down the straps. Slowly he slid the silk dress down her body, his fingers brushing against her flushed skin. The way he pulled the dress off her—it was as if he was unwrapping her like a gift.
When the garment finally hit the floor she stepped out of it, dressed in nothing but a pair of white lace panties and high heels. She turned to face him, and as he gazed at her with ravenous eyes she felt incredibly sexy and desirable in front of him.
Her heart began to hammer in anticipation of what he was going to do next. Dane pulled the crown of shells from her hair and gently set it on a table. Then, he turned his attention back to her and cupped her face in his hands.
He brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her passionately. The hunger of his kiss showed her just how much he wanted her. As her lips yielded to him, their tongues met. His tongue swirled into her mouth, tasting her, feasting on her like there was nothing else in the world beyond this moment. The place between her legs began to throb. A needy moan sounded in her throat.
Ending the kiss to take her hand, Dane led her to the bed and motioned for her to lie back down. With a saucy smile she kicked off her shoes and slid back down onto the bed, enjoying the sensation of silk and rose petals clinging to her skin.
She reached for him, wanting him naked beside her, or on top of her. Anywhere. She pulled his boxers down, almost roughly, and she inhaled his aroma. Damn, she wanted him. She licked her lips and stared at his throbbing erection, huge and hard already. Then, he got into bed beside her.
“Are you ready for me, wife?” he asked, a dark, erotic promise in the tone of his voice.
Heat crept up her cheeks when he said the word ‘wife’. This was the first time they would be making love as husband and wife. She knew that she would remember tonight for as long as she lived. Knew that the memory of tonight would become more and more special with each passing year of their marriage.
She nodded and uttered a whispered plea, “Kiss me, husband.”
He obliged her, pressing his lips to hers, then blazing a trail of hot kisses down her neck. She arched her back in invitation. As he kissed her further down, it felt like she was on fire. When he took a nipple into his mouth, she nearly lost what little control she had.
Dane’s tongue swirled around her nipple, sending a shiver through her. His hot mouth was already making her delirious with longing. Taking away all reason, until all she had left was exquisite sensation.
As he sucked her bud greedily he took her other nipple in his hand, thumbing it expertly. She inhaled sharply, lost to how good he was making her feel. Dane was so selfless, so attentive and focused on her pleasure that it nearly brought tears to her eyes. Right now, she knew she was the luckiest woman in the world to have this man in her bed. To have him in her life forever.
He pulled his mouth away from her breast and started kissing down her torso, across her stomach until he stopped at the waistband of her lace panties. Grinning at her wickedly, Dane gripped the flimsy fabric and tugged. She lifted her hips to help him as he pulled them off.
Now she was completely naked under his gaze. He looked down at her bare sex and groaned loudly.
Her heart started racing again, knowing that very soon he was going to touch her. Dane placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart.
“I want to taste you,” he said raggedly.
“Hurry, Dane, please.” Allyson couldn’t stand waiting any more. If he didn’t do something quickly she knew she was going to go crazy. She lifted her hips again, desperate to have him put his mouth on her.
He planted a kiss on her quivering thigh. “You want me to taste you?”
“Yes. Hell, yes.”
When he lowered his lips to her sex, she nearly exploded. Pleasure made her body tremble. His tongue plunged into her, making her cry out. As he swirled his tongue into her, sparks of pleasure shot through her body.
He licked her furiously, the ecstasy he gave her with his tongue blazed her out of control. Made her body melt, giving in to the indescribable bliss he gave her. But she wanted to share the pleasure with him. Wanted to feel his body on top of hers.
“Dane, I want you,” she breathed. “Now.”
He pulled his mouth away to angle himself between her legs, his huge, hard body covering hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she stared deep into his eyes. There was a look of pure love and devotion as he gazed back at her.
“I love you, Allyson,” he gasped out.
She had never felt more loved and cherished than she did now, and as he entered her she knew she was completely and totally his.
Dane thrust into her slowly, the pace of his hard strokes leisurely. As her body writhed under his, matching his slow rhythm, she suddenly felt all the love he had to give her. It was as if their bodies joining like this was just another way of him telling her that he loved her.
He locked his blue eyes on hers, and as he pumped into her she never took her eyes off his. Watching him, seeing his eyes glaze over with pleasure added to her own arousal. Made her feel not only her own pleasure, but his as well.
Allyson clenched around him and he groaned. It made him drive into her harder, faster. Yet he didn’t look away from her.
“Dane!” she cried out as the pleasure mounted until it was impossible to hold back. “I love you.”
The climaxed together, with Dane collapsing on top of her while she panted heavily. When he rolled off her to lay down on his side he looked at her in wonder, like he was seeing her for the first time.
* * *
HIS WIFE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL she was practically glowing in the dim candlelight of the bedroom. Dane had wanted their wedding night to be perfect for her, and from the smile that now lit up her face he could tell he’d succeeded.
Making love to her as his wife had been incredible. And he wanted her again already.
“Happy?” he asked.
“Euphoric,” she whispered back.
They lay together in easy silence. Then they made love again. And again. Until the sun came up and they fell fast asleep.
It wasn’t until late afternoon they finally got out of bed.
The next few days went by in the same euphoric bliss. Mostly, they made love in the villa. Or they’d venture out for a swim in the pool or a walk on the beach. Other days they’d go golfing or head into town to eat at the local restaurants or buy souvenirs. He had never seen Allyson so happy and relaxed.
He dreaded heading back to New York. Everything was bliss here. Would it change when they got back? He kept the thoughts pushed to the back of his mind, not wanting to ruin their impromptu honeymoon or get his gorgeous wife upset.
“Are you sure you want to leave?” he asked her the night before their early-morning flight back to New York.
She was packing her suitcase after having moved her stuff into the large bedroom they’d spent their wedding night in. “Of course, I do. We can’t stay here forever, darling.”
He smiled at the term of endearment. “I’ve said this before, but I’ll repeat it—yes, we can stay here forever. Or, at least, mostly forever.”
“I happen to like New York,” she said with a laugh. “Besides, if we stay here it’ll look like we’ve run away. I’m done running.” She smiled, but he didn’t miss the flush of heat on her cheeks. “Word will eventually get out that we’re married, and all those upper-class East Coasters will think we’re too ashamed to show our faces. Imagine the rumors that’ll fly around then.”
“I don’t care what they think.”
“I know you don’t, but I want to do this for myself. I want to prove to you that I’m strong enough to handle your lifestyle,” she said. “I can’t keep letting my fears keep me from standing up to them.”
There were so many people left to stand up to. His mother would be horrified that they’d gotten married. Allyson’s sister, Monica, would probably be enraged with jealousy. Not to mention the fact he didn’t trust the Handel siblings. Katherine was liable to try to pull some stunt in a desperate act of revenge. Out of all the heiresses he had dated, Katherine Handel was the most spoiled, rotten, callous, and cruel of the lot. Which is why he had dumped her so quickly. There was no reasoning with a woman like that, and he wasn’t sure his sweet Allyson was prepared to deal with her.
It wasn’t anything against his wife, but she hadn’t come from the same cutthroat world he had. Her sister, Monica, was the worst she’d ever had to deal with, and Monica didn’t have an aristocratic background to call upon.
“As long as it’s what you want,” he said finally.
She smiled. “It is.” She closed the suitcase and set it on the floor. “Darling, we’ve got one night. Why are we wasting it talking?
Dane’s lower jaw dropped slightly as she lifted her sundress off and sat on the bed in just a pair of red lace panties. Her bra might have been on but it was gone by the time his eyes travelled up to her beautiful, full breasts. She leaned back on her elbows and beckoned him over with a single finger.
Dane was in front of her in two strides. Without a word his hands went to the red lace, and as she lifted her hips he tugged them down. His cock grew hard. He dropped the panties, or maybe tossed them—he had no idea where they ended up. His hands squeezed her knees and he spread her bare thighs. “I want to taste you.” He sank down to kneel before her, watching her face.
Allyson flushed, and her breath came out in little gasps. “Please.”
He licked his lips, still watching her. “Where? Where do you want me to taste you?”
She hesitated only a moment before her hand slid over her breast and down her stomach. Dane felt himself tremble as he watched her fingers spread her folds. He swore under his breath and dropped his head down, his hot mouth latching on. Allison jumped, and his hands slipped over her hips to hold her in place. He began to feast, licking, sucking, and then finally his tongue entered her.
Allison cried out and her hips pressed hard again his hands. Bucking again and again under the movements of his tongue. She came and he moaned against her skin, tasting her deliciousness.
He rose and gave her a cocky grin. “Better than I imagined.”
Her arm dropped across her eyes as she fell back. “Me, too,” she mumbled, and he chuckled at her.
He waited for her to look at him, and when she did her eyes were heavy with desire. He reached for his cock and began stroking it.
She gasped as she watched him, leaning back up on her elbows. “Now that is the sexist thing I’ve ever seen.”
His hand instinctively squeezed tighter around his erection. He wanted desperately to be inside her. “Open yourself to me, darling.” He didn’t care if it sounded like he was begging.
Her shoulders dropped back down to the bed as both hands moved to her thighs. She watched him as he watched her lower her shaky fingers to the folds of her skin and opened herself to him.
“I love you, Allison. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” He could barely control himself as he moved above her. He leaned on one arm, his other hand still holding his cock. His lips bit her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He groaned and sucked harder before pulling his head back quickly. “I can’t wait.” Her hands were trapped by his hips, still holding herself open to him.
He plunged inside her and took pleasure in the gasp that escaped from Allyson. He withdrew slowly, his pelvis poised just above her, the tip of his cock still inside her.
Her hands moved desperately from where they were and nails scratched against his buttocks as she pulled him into her again. Both were desperate for release.
His pace quickened with strong, powerful thrusts. He lowered his mouth to hers and swallowed her cries as she came again. It was too much. He grew rigid and pressed against her tightly, groaning and kissing until he finally stilled.
He rolled to the side and they clung to each other, both spent and still wanting to be closer.
* * *
THEY GOT UP BRIGHT and early the next morning to prepare for their flight. After saying goodbye to Mrs. McKenzie and Chef Durand, they headed out of the villa and into the luxury car. Dane got into the backseat beside Allyson while the driver steered away from the villa. As the villa disappeared behind them, Dane reached for his wife’s hand and squeezed it.
The villa was now the most important property that he owned. The memories they had shared there would last them their entire lives. One thing was now clear: He would never sell the villa.
