When she shivers against me, I slowly pull the zipper down and then draw back to slide the dress off her body.
She stands perfectly still, gazing up at me as the sexy garment lands in a cloudy heap at her feet.
My hungry gaze sweeps her from head to toe, taking in her strapless lacy bra and panties, garters and stockings. She looks like an angel with a body made for pure sin.
“Jesus, Em.” My need for her is off the charts. But I’m determined to take things nice and slow. It’s our wedding night, and I don’t want to rush a single moment.
Standing in front of the open terrace doors, we slowly undress each other to the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below.
When we’re both naked, I bend and lift her into my arms in one motion. She clings to my neck, pressing her face against my shoulder as I carry her toward the bedroom. We’ll start there and work our way around the suite, christening every damn inch until we’re too weak and exhausted to move.
My jutting cock practically leads the way through the bedroom door and over to the luxurious oasis of a bed. I lower Emerson onto the turned down sheets, my body following hers as I whisper against her mouth, “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this night?”
“Too long,” she whispers back.
“Hell yes.” I hold her face in both hands and kiss her, groaning when her soft lips open to welcome my tongue. I explore her mouth with languid strokes, savoring the lingering taste of wine mingled with her natural nectar.
She sighs with pleasure, her head falling back as I move from her lips to the right side of her jaw, kissing the tiny mole there and smiling when she shivers.
She gave me the most amazing hand job in the car, climbing off my lap and finishing me off with her wet mouth. I’m eager to return the favor. But first I’m going to torture her. Slowly. Deliciously.
Lifting my mouth from hers, I stare down at her round, luscious breasts crowned with berry-pink nipples that pucker up beneath my hungry gaze.
“So damn beautiful.” My voice is a rough rumble. “So fucking perfect.”
She licks her lips, watching as I plump her breasts in my hands, slowly circling her taut nipples with my thumbs.
She moans and squirms under me, her eyes hazy with desire. “I want you.”
“I want you too, amor. But there’s no rush. We’ve got all night. Or all morning, if you want to get technical.”
At her frustrated whimper, I laugh softly and bend my head to nuzzle her breasts before wrapping my lips around her nipple, drawing the stiff peak into my mouth and sucking deep.
She arches off the bed with a choked cry. “Reyes!”
Fuck, I could come just from the sound of my name on her lips. There’s no better sound in the world.
I take turns licking, biting and sucking each nipple as she moans brokenly and writhes against my mouth, her hands knotting in my hair. Her greedy responsiveness has my cock leaking precum as I kiss my way from her breasts down to her flat stomach.
Goose bumps race across her creamy skin when I swirl my tongue in her navel while sliding my hand between her thighs to cup the smoothly waxed folds of her wet pussy.
She groans and rocks her hips as my middle finger circles and rubs the hard knot of her clit. “Reyes . . . Oh God.”
“Hang on, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.” I move off the bed and drag her down to the edge, pushing her thighs apart so that I can kneel between them.
She trembles hard, her eyelashes fluttering as I stare down at her beautiful pink pussy lips. They’re drenched with her juices, and the smell of her arousal stokes the primal need inside me, making me want to roar like a wild beast.
She watches my face as I lift her legs over my shoulders and slide my hands under her ass, angling her pelvis forward to give myself better access. As her breath hitches, I lean down and lick the soaked flesh between her thighs, the taste of her like heaven sliding down my throat.
Her strangled cry of pleasure is echoed by my rumbling growl. With my eyes locked on hers, I seal my lips over her tight little clit, sucking the nerve-laden hood like candy.
She sobs incoherently and grabs two fistfuls of my hair, holding me against her as I slide my tongue up and down her cleft, stroking, circling, dipping in and out.
Her orgasmic cries fill my ears and swell my cock until I feel like I’m about to split open at the seams. With relentless focus, I lick and swallow her dripping cream, worshipping her pussy like it’s my most sacred duty, my reason for being.
“Oh, my God, baby,” she mewls as she grinds against my mouth, her legs flexing against my back. “You make me so damn wet.”
I groan at her words. I’m so fucking close to losing control it’s not even funny.
When I spear my tongue deep inside her, she screams my name and climaxes hard, her hot juices gushing into my mouth.
I groan hoarsely, drinking her up as her back bows off the bed, her pointy-tipped breasts thrusting upward in what has to be one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever seen.
I remain kneeling with my mouth buried in her cunt, savoring the fluttering pulses of her orgasm as my dick stands straight at attention.
When she stops gasping and shaking, I rise over her, kissing my way up her sweetly flushed body. When my lips reach hers, she sucks my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting herself with a throaty little purr that tightens my aching balls.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her more than I need air to breathe.
I scoop her up and deposit her in the center of the massive bed. She opens her thighs for me to lay between them, curling her legs around my waist and twining her arms around my neck.
We stare into each other’s eyes as I slide my cock inside her. She’s so slick and ready, the luscious heat of her body enveloping me so completely that we both groan.
“So fucking good.” I bend to brush my mouth across her breasts, licking her pebbled nipples.
Her hips buck against me, her legs tightening around my lower back as I begin thrusting into her.
“Ohhh,” she moans, her ankles locking behind me. “Yes, baby. God, yes.”
I gaze deep into her eyes, letting her see everything that’s in my heart. In my soul. “I’m nothing without you, carinyo,” I whisper with tender ferocity. “You know that, don’t you? You own me completely. You always have, and you always will.”
Tears shimmer in her emerald eyes. “That goes both ways, corazón.”
I kiss her throat, her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids and finally her mouth, feeling her quiver against me. I kiss her long and hard, sliding my tongue in and out of her mouth to mimic my deep thrusts.
“I love you,” she cries out.
“I love you, too,” I pour the words between her parted lips. “Love you so fucking much.”
She clutches my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I circle my hips, rocking into her sweet spot. A shivery sob-moan escapes her.
“Fuck, baby, the sounds you make,” I rasp, reaching between our joined bodies to strum her clit.
She keens in ecstasy, her thighs clamping tighter around my hips.
I groan her name as I pound into her sublime wetness, shoving her toward the headboard with every slap of my body against hers.
“Reyes. Oh, my God, Reyes. Please. Oh God, please.” She sucks on my sweaty neck and grabs my ass, urging me to go even deeper and harder.
Only too happy to oblige, I plant my hands on the bed beside her shoulders and power in and out of her, driving her deeper into the mattress.
“Oh, yes! Yes!” she cries hoarsely, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of my hips. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling so hard I feel the delicious burn in my balls.
I grit my jaw tight and lower my forehead to hers, slamming deeper and faster into her body. She pants against my mouth, her eyes glazed and her cheeks rosy.
I can feel her thighs tightening, squeezing my hips as her nails rake down my back, leaving long scratches. Her moans are gro
wing louder, breathier, her pussy milking me tighter and tighter.
And then we’re crying out together, our pelvises slapping and grinding as I spill deep inside her in spurting jets.
She throws back her head, her body spasming endlessly around my cock.
Gasping for breath, I stay suspended over her until my arms give out and I collapse beside her, gathering her close.
She snuggles against me as we cling to each other, my nose tenderly nuzzling hers.
“That was amazing,” she whispers with dreamy satisfaction.
“Indeed, Mrs. Malone.”
Her eyes glow with delight. “I love the way that sounds.”
“So do I,” I murmur, grinning. “I love it almost as much as the noises you make when I’m inside you.”
She laughs against my chest, blushing like the shy virgin I had the privilege of making mine one rainy, unforgettable night nine years ago.
I smile at the memory, rubbing my hand up and down her silky back as she nuzzles into my pec, sliding her leg between my thighs.
“We’re gonna be pretty late to the pool party, aren’t we?”
I chuckle. “I think that’s a safe assumption.”
Her lips curve in a sleepy smile. “I can’t wait to start our honeymoon.”
I cock an eyebrow at her. “What do you think this is?”
She gives a drowsy laugh. “You know what I mean. As much as I’m enjoying our extended wedding celebration, I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”
My face softens into a smile. “I feel the same way. We’ve got a lifetime of catching up to do.”
She yawns against my chest. “Definitely.”
“On that note,” I drawl, gently cupping her backside, “are you ready for round two?”
“I am.” Another yawn escapes. “I just need a minute to catch a second wind and then I’ll be . . .” Her voice trails off, her eyes drift closed and the next thing I know, she’s fast asleep.
I laugh softly and kiss the top of her head, then drag the covers over us and tuck her into my side.
Before long my eyes grow heavy, and I follow my bride into dreamland.
Chapter Thirty-Two
EMERSON
The next fourteen days are the most blissful days of my life.
Honeymooning with Reyes is the ultimate dream come true.
During the first three days in Costa Brava, we spend countless pleasurable hours exploring and worshipping each other’s bodies, making love slowly and tantalizingly.
We eat breakfast in bed, feeding each other succulent fruit and licking sticky nectar from each other’s fingers.
We drink wine on the sun-soaked terrace while enjoying breathtaking views of the sparkling Mediterranean Sea.
We receive sumptuous massages at the spa and go cycling around the beautiful Catalan countryside, dreaming about our future together and the children we hope to have.
On the fourth day we fly to Tenerife in Spain’s Canary Islands, located off the coast of Africa. Reyes booked us into an exclusive luxury resort set against the staggering backdrop of volcanic hills. Our private villa comes complete with an infinity pool, a sauna and a personal butler.
Over the next ten days, we dine at Michelin-starred restaurants and obscure little cafés, savoring local gastronomic specialties such as conejo en salmorejo (rabbit stew) and vieja sancochada (a boiled fish dish).
We enjoy a catered gourmet picnic on the stunning black sand beach, sipping champagne and kissing lazily as we watch the sun go down.
We visit the national park and ride a cable car to reach the summit of Mount Teide. It’s my first trip to the top of a volcano, and sharing the experience with Reyes makes it all the more thrilling.
We explore the beautiful historic town of La Orotava, strolling hand in hand down cobblestone streets flanked by pastel-colored mansions, the blue sea shimmering in the distance.
We go scuba diving, snorkeling and windsurfing. On the days we’re too lazy to leave the resort, we frolic in our private pool, take evening strolls along the secluded beach and go for midnight swims that turn scorchingly erotic. There’s nothing like sex on the beach with a smokin’ hot guy who also happens to be your soulmate.
Every moment of every day is like something out of my most romantic fantasy. Every time Reyes looks at me, smiles or touches me, I think I’ll go out of my mind with happiness.
Here on this breathtaking island, wrapped in my husband’s arms, I feel sheltered from the wreckage I left back home in Piedmont Bay. My father’s troubles can’t touch me here, and I bask in that knowledge for as long as I possibly can.
All too soon, our honeymoon in paradise comes to an end.
We return to Bodegas Galindo to spend one last day with Reyes’s family. I don’t want to say goodbye to these wonderful people, don’t want to leave their beautiful home and winery.
But I know Reyes and I can’t stay forever.
After many hugs, kisses and tearful farewells, we head to the airport and board the plane, our month in Spain officially over.
As we lift off and soar above the Mediterranean, I gaze out the oval window with a deep pang of regret. I can feel Reyes watching me, sensing my melancholy.
When he reaches over and gently takes my hand, I turn to meet his gaze.
“What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” he murmurs.
I sigh, twining my fingers with his. “I was just wishing we could stay a while longer, drinking good wine and making endless love with not a care in the world.”
“We can.” His eyes glimmer. “Want me to tell the pilot to turn the plane around?”
“Seriously, Reyes. We could live here and join the family business. You already know so much about winemaking, and I’m sure they’d be ecstatic to have— What’s so funny?”
Reyes is chuckling. “As much as we both love the vineyard, you don’t want to become a vintner any more than I do. You have an exciting, dynamic career waiting for you back home. A career you love and worked hard to achieve.” He eyes me knowingly, his voice gentling. “This is about your father, isn’t it?”
I hesitate, then nod. “I’ve been trying not to think about him and the horrible crimes he committed. Before Lon put me on leave, he urged me to prioritize my own needs for a change. So that’s what I did this past month. I married the man of my dreams and gave myself permission to be happy, truly happy, for the first time in eight years. I lost myself in you, and there’s no place else I’d rather be.”
Reyes smiles as I stroke his cheek before continuing more soberly. “Now that we’re heading back home, I can’t help thinking about my father’s victims and what they’re going through. I don’t have a billion dollars lying around, but I wish to God there was something I could do for them.”
“I know,” Reyes says quietly. “I’ve had the same thought.”
That doesn’t surprise me. “Although your uncle hasn’t contacted me, I’m more than willing to testify against my father if it helps the government’s case in any way. But I don’t think that’s enough.”
“It’s definitely a good start.” Reyes looks grim. “When I talked to my lawyer, he explained how rare it is for Ponzi scheme victims to recoup their losses. In the best case scenario, a federal bankruptcy court will liquidate your father’s investment firm to recover as much money as possible for his victims. That’s how it’s been working for Bernie Madoff’s investors. So far they’ve recovered about seventy percent of the embezzled funds, and they’re still making progress. But that’s the exception, not the norm. Even if your father’s sentence orders him to make restitution, it’s highly unlikely that his clients will ever see their money again.”
“Shit.” I scowl and shake my head. “That just pisses me off all over again.”
“Tell me about it,” Reyes grits out between clenched teeth. “Your father is a scum-sucking, bottom-feeding, worthless piece of dog shit. And that’s the kindest thing I can say about him.”
“I know.”
I shake my head again, slipping my hair behind my ear with an unsteady hand. “I can’t help wondering if . . .”
Reyes narrows his eyes. “What?”
“What if he tries to contact me again?”
Reyes’s expression hardens even more. “If he comes anywhere near you, I’ll kill him.”
A chill runs through me. I know he’s not making an empty threat. “Maybe I should just hear what he—”
“No.” Reyes’s voice is cold and flat. Nonnegotiable.
I don’t argue, leaning back against the plush leather headrest and crossing my legs.
He studies my face. “Why are you even considering it?”
“I don’t know.” I swallow tightly and shake my head. “On one hand, I hate his guts and want absolutely nothing to do with him. On the other hand, I have so many burning questions. Questions only he can answer.”
Reyes flexes his jaw, choosing his next words carefully. “Your father is a cold, ruthless criminal who destroys lives just for the hell of it. We’ve both been victims of his malicious cruelty, and there’s no telling what else he’s capable of. If you decide to see him—and I hope that’s a big if—I want to be with you.”
“But—”
“I’m so fucking serious, Em,” he growls. “I don’t want it any other way. You understand?”
I bite my lip, staring down at our joined hands.
He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it firmly. “You’re my wife. Like it or not, it’s my duty to protect you. I took a vow, and I don’t intend to break it.” He pins me with his fiercely intense gaze. “Promise me you won’t go anywhere near your father.”
I hesitate, staring into his eyes.
“Promise me.”
I lick my lips and swallow hard. “I promise.”
He leans toward me, his lips brushing mine softly, then possessively. “Whatever happens,” he vows, peering into my eyes, “we’ll get through this together. I promise you that.”
I desperately want to believe him. Want it with all my heart.
But as I turn to stare out the window again, I can’t shake the deep sense of foreboding that hangs over me like a black cloud of dread.
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