“Know what?”
“This song. I always think of you when I hear it! Why did you pick this?”
I smirk, letting my fingers play against the top of her back. Her skin is warm, silky, and the intimacy of the wedding is starting to wear off. I want to be with her intimately. Now.
Just a bit longer.
“Well, honestly, Kari gave me a list and let me choose. I wanted it to be “Gorilla” by Bruno Mars but she nixed that.”
“Thank God,” Jada giggles. “That would be weird with my father sitting over there!”
I shrug. We sway to the music and I try to do what Max said and commit this to memory.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, watching me closely.
“That I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world. That I don’t know how I managed to get you to say yes, but you did, and I’ll never let you go back on all the promises you made to me today.”
“I’d have to want to in order for you not to let me.” She rises up and kisses me sweetly. “Thank you for everything today. Everything was perfect, just beyond anything I ever expected. You blew my mind today, Mr. Alexander.”
“Let’s ditch this party and go upstairs so I can blow it again, Mrs. Alexander.”
JADA
The room is cool and dark when we arrive. The bedroom double doors are open and candle light flickers inside, casting shadows over the walls. The blinds are pulled shut, the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas, Sin City, out of reach. It’s just my husband and I.
Cane closes the door behind him and I feel him nearing me. I stand in the center of the room, my breath rushing in and out in anticipation.
He plants a tender kiss on the back of my neck, sending a jolt of energy through my body. I moan softly, not for the eroticism of the act, but for the sweetness of it.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” His words are hot on my skin, his voice barely above a whisper. “Have I told you how amazed I am that you actually went through with it?”
I grin, turning to face him. His features are even sexier in the dim light, his jawline catching the rays of light and appearing even more angular than normal. A touch of scruff is just beginning to appear and I reach out and run the pads of my thumbs across his cheeks.
“Have I told you that you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen?”
His lips touch mine, his kiss as tender as his words. When he pulls back, his eyes are full of what only can be called reverence.
“I never thought I’d get married, Jada. And I sure as fuck didn’t think I’d be this damn happy about it.”
I laugh, watching his lips upturn. The boyish smile, the one I love more than all the others, the one I’m sure no one sees but me, becomes visible.
“I’m glad to hear that, considering we’ve only been married a few hours. There’s still a lot of time for you to get sick of me.”
“Not possible, beautiful girl.”
I bring my face inches from his, our lips almost touching. “Even if you do,” I say, letting my words hit his mouth, “Too. Damn. Bad.”
A growl escapes his throat and his mouth crashes into mine. He works me over like I’m his to take, his tongue passing between my lips abruptly, causing me to lose my breath.
My hands lock against the back of his neck, encouraging him to continue. His assault is more than welcome; it’s needed. I know he speaks with physical gestures and today, I need it, too. I need to not only look the part of his wife, but to feel it, too. I want to feel like Jada Alexander in every sense of the word.
“I love you,” I say, through kisses, feeling his hands run down my back.
I squeal as Cane lifts me off my feet and carries me into the bedroom. We cross the threshold and I laugh.
“Max told me I was supposed to carry you in the room, but I forgot. So this will have to do.”
“It’s into the house for the first time, not the hotel room, babe.”
“That shit doesn’t mean anything to me, but I’m going to do it in case it does to you.” He sets me down on my feet and takes a couple of steps back. “This marriage thing is something I’ve never done before. Therefore it’s the one thing I’ve never fucked up. And I’m going to do my best not to do it wrong.”
“You won’t.”
He shakes his head, the tiny amount of insecurity I know is buried inside him starts to surface. “I might. You know how things get with me. I try and then before I know it I—”
“You won’t mess this up. I won’t let you. If you start to get out of line, I’ll just crack you back in again. I’m the coach this round, remember?”
He blushes, his secret grin gracing his lips. “This is one game I’m ready to get schooled in: how to please my wife.”
“Oh, baby,” I say, stepping out of my heels and kicking them to the side. “You already know how to please your wife.”