Six Months Later
Sunlight poured into the room through the curtains. Raven yawned and stretched, still feeling tired and still not wanting to open her eyes just yet. Yesterday had been such a busy day. A beautiful triple wedding had made it understandably so. But she, Falcon, and Robin had survived and were gloriously content with sharing the rest of their lives with the men they loved.
After an elaborate wedding followed by a just as elaborate reception in one of the large rooms set aside for parties at Leo’s, Robin and Franco had flown to Europe to honeymoon on the Riviera. French and African-American, Franco Marcus Renoir was a very handsome man, and Raven knew he would make her sister happy.
Raven smiled thinking about Falcon and John, who had left the wedding reception heading for California. After a week of honey-mooning there, they were flying to Hawaii for an additional week. Lines of happiness had replaced Falcon’s red puffy eyes.
Raven then thought about her and Linc. They had flown into Daytona Beach to spend a few days here before driving to Port Canaveral to catch their cruise ship for a week’s cruise in the Caribbean for their honeymoon.
The past six months had been wonderful for them. She had flown to Tennessee with him over the Thanksgiving holiday to meet his family, a family who had welcomed her with open arms. She had also convinced Linc to rethink his decision not to enter politics. She knew his fairness and honesty were assets he could offer the people he would represent. Besides, like she’d told him, she could easily add being a politician’s wife to her agenda.
Raven barely caught her breath when she felt the sheet covering her naked body slowly being brushed aside. She didn’t want to open her eyes just yet. She preferred just lying there and enjoying the sensations she knew her husband could make her feel whenever he touched her.
Her heart began pounding furiously in her chest when she felt Linc’s strong, firm hands slide over her, beginning with the calves of her feet and working their way upward, to her breasts, letting his lips follow the path of his fingers.
She wondered how much longer she could pretend sleep. Undoubtedly she was about to find out when his wet, hot tongue latched onto a nipple and feasted hungrily before moving to the other one.
The assault he was making on her body was one she could not bear any longer. She knew she was a goner when he moved from her breasts and attacked her mouth, making love to it in his own special way. She automatically wound her arms tightly around his neck as she mated her tongue with his.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Raven,” he whispered as he pulled back from their kiss and moved his body over hers.
Raven opened her eyes and met his gaze the exact moment he entered her, hard and fast, lifting her hips to receive all of him, joining their bodies as one.
The look of wanting, desire, and love in his eyes inflamed her, making her wrap her legs around him to enjoy the moment of being a part of the man she loved—her husband.
“I love you,” she whispered to him as waves of heat consumed her with every thrust he made into her body.
“And I love you,” he said huskily before throwing his head back and releasing a deep, guttural sound from his throat as he emptied his seed deep into her womb, glorying in the feel of having unprotected sex with his wife. They tumbled over into the throes of ecstasy together, savoring every moment until at last his mouth moved back over hers, absorbing her whimpers of pleasure.
When it felt like everything had been drained from him, Linc collapsed against the pillows, taking her with him and shifting their positions so his weight would not hurt her. Pulling her closer into his arms, he cradled her to him and kissed the top of her head. “This is where it all began, isn’t it, Mrs. Corbain?”
Raven smiled against his chest, liking the sound of her new name. She rose slightly to look down at him, the man who had come to mean everything to her. “Yes, right here in this very room.” They had managed to get the same room at the hotel where they had spent one hell of a passionate week four years ago.
“And there’s a very good possibility this is even the same bed,” she added, grinning. “At least it feels like it. The one thing I remember about the bed is that it had very good springs.”
Linc laughed as he reached up and touched her cheek. His eyes then became dark and passionate. “We’re making new memories to keep for always.”
“Yes, for always. And I have a new main agenda,” she said softly.
“Oh, yeah, what is it?”
“Loving you,” Raven said, leaning down toward his lips. “My main agenda is loving you, Lincoln Corbain.”