Amy almost whimpered. To make their wedding night even more special, they hadn’t made love for the last five days. She wanted - no, needed to make love with Nick tonight, and by the look in his eyes, he felt the same way. But a glimmer of mischief sparkled in her face.
“Have to catch me first!” She tossed the invitation over her shoulder, running toward the four-poster bed. The large bed dominated the room, and Amy thought by rolling across it, she’d be on the other side of the room, the four-poster separating them.
Nick chuckled, dashing after her. His long legs ensured he easily caught up to her in just a few strides.
Amy rolled across the bed. Unfortunately, it was a tad wider than she’d anticipated, and she scooted across the opulent bedspread on her silk clad derriere for the last few inches before gaining the other side of the room.
Nick changed direction, backtracking as he watched her progress. When she jumped off the bed, he was ready and waiting to catch her in his arms.
“My little minx.” His eyes glinted with humor. Tightening his arms around her, he said, “I don’t care where we have our honeymoon, as long as we’re uninterrupted and have a comfortable bed.”
Emotion spiraled through her. “I love you.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, her arms curling around his neck.
“Sweetheart.” He returned her kiss with fervor, until she couldn’t think straight. “We‘re going to St Lucia.” His warm breath teased the delicate shell of her ear.
Amy stilled. She stepped back to look up at him. “St Lucia? In the Caribbean?” Her face lit up with a smile.
“I know you’ve wanted to go there for a while.” He grinned with satisfaction.
When they’d started dating, she told him once that ever since she’d read about St Lucia in a travel magazine, she’d wanted to go. Not only had Nick remembered, he’d made her dream come true.
“Now I really love you, Nick Logan.” She blinked back sudden moisture in her eyes.
“Not as much as I love you, Amy Logan.” He tightened his arms around her, bringing her close, until not even air separated their bodies. “We’re catching a flight at noon tomorrow,” he murmured, kissing her until she was breathless. “Two weeks of you, sun, sea, and sand. I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
“And I’m the luckiest girl,” Amy replied, her toes curling when he kissed her passionately once more. “Because I’m married to you.”
“Today is just the start.” Nick swept her up in his arms and carried her the few steps to the bed. “We‘re going to have a wonderful life together.”
She smiled up at him, knowing she spoke the truth. “Forever.”