“You’ve been holding out on me, Mrs. Steele,” Bryce murmured against his wife’s throat.
My wife.
Bryce had never even considered marriage until he met Bella, never considered a second date, and then he couldn’t marry Bella quick enough.
It had taken five days to organize the small private ceremony with only their family and a few close friends in attendance. Five days when they had been ultra busy. Bella had now accepted a job at Steele Security and put in her notice at work. The two of them would not only be living together, but working together too.
Bryce was pleased now that he had insisted his bride buy and wear a white wedding gown for the ceremony and to the dinner afterwards.
Because, as he had now discovered as the two of them lay in bed together later that night at their honeymoon hotel, Bella was every inch a virgin bride.
How or why that was possible, Bryce had no idea, when she was the most beautiful and desirable woman he had ever set eyes on. But the knowledge humbled him, and he was determined not to hurt her any more than breaking through the barrier of her virginity seconds ago had done. He had never thought to ever receive such a gift from his bride. Nor was he about to question it. His Bella was all woman, a force to be reckoned with, and he intended to cherish and love her for the rest of their lives together.
“I want you,” Bella encouraged huskily as Bryce remained still above her, obviously so that he didn’t cause her any further discomfort. “So much. Please, Bryce,” she beseeched breathily. “Please make love to me.”
Bryce took the weight on his elbows as he lifted his head to look at her. “I love you very much, Mrs. Steele.”
Her cheeks warmed a delicate pink. “I love you very much too, Mr. Steele.”
His hands cradled each side of her face. “My wife.”
Bella lifted up to brush her lips lightly over his. “My husband.”
Bryce breathed deeply. “Forever.”
“Forever,” Bella echoed without hesitation.
The night echoed with the cries of their pleasure and love for each other.