Bound by the Italian's Contract(89)

                She choked out a sob, fingers pressed to her lips, and then slowly gifted him with a smile that made his heart swell with love he’d denied entrance to for years. “Yes,” she said, tugging him up into her open arms. “Yes.”

                He raised one brow, holding her close. “How about tomorrow?”

                “It’s a date,” she said.

                They chose the closest spot, flying out that night for Vegas to become husband and wife the next morning, photos taken of the kiss sealing their commitment at Tregore Lodge splashed on all the gossip magazines and newspapers.

                “No regrets?” she asked her new husband the second morning of their marriage.

                “Only one,” he said, pulling her luscious naked body against his, smiling to find her wet and ready for him again. “We waited too long.”

                “You’ll get no argument from me,” she said, kissing his chest, his chin before settling in for a long lusty kiss that left them breathless, prolonging the passion as long as they could.

                “Let’s keep it that way,” he said, and surrendered to the sizzling passion they had found in each other’s arms.