“I figured you wouldn’t want to spend your wedding night at the compound.” Slade led her around the limo and then tipped the driver who had set two small suitcases on the porch.
“It’s perfect, Slade.” Jill beamed. “It’s almost like the one I showed you a while ago, that I loved.”
Slade smiled, took a key out of his pocket and opened the door. Carefully picking her up, he carried her into the cabin and set her down.
Jill stood in the middle of the room just taking everything in. The fireplace was a gorgeous stone and already had a fire crackling. She walked slowly, peeking into another room and gasped. The kitchen was huge and rustic, just like the cabin itself.
“Sid would kill for this kitchen.” Jill laughed, opening doors and soaking up the beauty of the place. Continuing her exploration, she headed upstairs. “It has two nice size bedrooms. The cabin doesn’t look this big on the outside.”
“Did you look out back?” Slade called from downstairs.
Jill came back down the steps, excitement shining from her eyes. She opened the double doors, walked out onto a patio and clapped in delight. “A pool!” Jill spun around, laughing. “Please tell me we can go swimming.”
“We can do whatever you want,” Slade said, without realizing the implication of his words, but Jill heard him loud and clear. “So do you really like it?”
“I absolutely love it, Slade.” Jill wrapped her arms around herself, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. “How long are we staying?”
“For as long as you want.” Slade pulled her to him putting his chin on top of her head. “Because I bought it for you.”
“Excuse me?” Jill pulled away, her nails clawing into his arms. “What did you say?”
“It’s ours, Jill.” Slade chuckled at her open-mouth gape.
“You...you bought me a house?” she said. He nodded, yet she still didn’t believe it.
“I love you.” Slade tilted her chin up. “I would buy you the world if I could.”
“No.” She shook her head, her eyes still wide with shock. “A house is good, but it’s too much.”
“Be prepared to be spoiled, Mrs. Buchanan.” Slade picked her up so he had easy access to her mouth. “Because I plan on doing much more of it.”
“I don’t need to be spoiled, but I do need to be loved, by you.” Jill kissed him with all the passion she had inside her. She knew he knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. “Please, Slade.”
“Jill.” His tone changed from sexy Slade to Dr. Buchanan.
“You never told Adam he couldn’t have sex with Angelina.” Jill dropped her bombshell on him.
“You’re not Adam,” Slade replied, letting her go when she wiggled.
“No, I’m not.” Jill backed away, reaching behind her to pull the string to unlace her dress, and wouldn’t you know it, her mother had knotted it. So much for stripping with a sexy flare. Instead, she pushed down her off-the-shoulder sleeves until she bared her breasts, which his darkening eyes went straight to. Thankfully, the lace had loosened over the hours of wearing the dress and she was able to shimmy her way out of it.
Standing before Slade in only a lacey white thong, Jill gave him her sexiest smile. “Tell me no now, Slade.” And God, she prayed he didn’t tell her no, because that would devastate her as well as being the most embarrassing moment of her life.
Slade adjusted his crotch as he continued to stare at her. Her eyes dropped to watch him and smiled at the huge bulge in his tux slacks. She wished she had high heels on, but she had to go with what she had. Turning around, on purpose of course, she bent and picked up her dress giving him the best view of her ass. Walking toward the steps with her wedding dress in her arms, she stopped and looked over her shoulder.
“I’ll be upstairs, Slade.” She purposely ran her eyes over his body, stopping at the bulge for a second longer. “I’m not above begging or playing dirty.” She tossed him a sexy grin; at least, she hoped it was sexy. She was just now learning the art of being sexy. Climbing the steps, she prayed to God she wouldn’t trip and that her climb showed him all her assets that she was overly exerting to draw his attention. Taking a peek, she grinned when his eyes were exactly where she wanted them.
Jill walked into the biggest bedroom, a huge grin on her face. Well, even if he didn’t ravish her, he’d be as uncomfortable as she had been. Jill jumped when the door slammed behind her.
“You don’t play fair.” Slade ripped off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
“Oh, isn’t that rented?” Jill watched the buttons bounce along the floor.
“I don’t give a fuck about the shirt.” He growled as he stalked toward her, his eyes burning black.
Okay, maybe, just maybe she pushed him too far.