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Shaking my head, I smiled. “You’re the most arrogantly handsome man I’ve ever met.”

“You look spectacular.” He tugged at a strap on my dress, and his touch sent goose bumps blossoming across my skin.

“It’s my wedding night, so I figured I’d wear another dress. Like you said, it’s our vacation. I’m making the best of it.”

A wicked smile crept onto his lips. “Why do I feel you have a surprise for me?”

“Maybe I do.”

“Tell me now.” He clasped my hand. “Or I won’t feed you.”

“What kind of husband starves his wife?”

“The kind who’s hungry for something that’s not the Polynesian food on the table. The kind who’s been desperate for a wedding night with his hot wife. You have no idea what kinds of things I’ve been dying to do to my wife, but feared she might not want them.”

My heart raced. “What are you thinking?”

He shook his head. “You can’t play this game with me, Lily Pad.” He tipped my chin up, looking into my eyes. “You tell me, and I’ll tell you.”

His confession about wanting a wedding night surprised and elated me. “What happens in Maui stays in Maui?”

He lifted his hand to his mouth, locked it, and tossed the invisible key behind him. “No one will ever know.”

I grinned and slid my hand around his neck. “Then give me what a wife deserves on her wedding night.”

Without hesitation, he crushed his lips to mine, kissing me with desperation. My body jolted awake, molding into his arms. I moaned as he devoured my mouth, sliding his tongue inside to greet mine. Sensations bloomed in me, and I felt like a flower experiencing its first spring. This kiss was everything. This man was everything.

Urgency grew in me, and I gripped at his shirt. “Off.”

He laughed into my mouth. “So demanding. I love a woman who knows what she wants.”

He stripped off his shirt, revealing the firm abdomen I’d seen days ago when he’d spied on me. I ran my hands over them, learning the taut grooves, before traveling up to his strong shoulders. He watched me explore him as his gaze intensified on me. My fingers traced the powerful line of his shoulder—strong, sturdy, and stable. All qualities that drew me to him—he made me feel safe.

My gaze darted back to his abdomen as his breathing deepened.

“Done exploring?”

“No.”

Attikus smiled. “It’s my turn, now.” He twirled me around. “I like you in dresses. It makes it easier for me to explore.” He slipped his hand under the hem, gripped my ass, and gave it a squeeze. “You’re wearing a thong.Fuck.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Exactly my thoughts.”

“Wicked woman,” he growled.

Whatever patience Attikus had vanished as he lifted the dress off me. The warm breeze brushed my skin, and my nipples pebbled. His shorts tented, and desire strained his face. “You should always wear sexy lingerie like this.” He cupped my breasts, kneading, and watched me respond to his touch.I arched toward his hands, offering him all of me. He yanked down the cup of my bra, exposing my nipple.

Our eyes connected, and a deep yearning erupted between us. My reaction to him was carnal, primal—nature’s unapologetic way of creation and reproduction. Creative energy was at its utmost. I wondered what kind of art we’d create tonight.

When his mouth closed over my nipple and sucked on it, liquid heat leaked out of me.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

My legs wobbled, and I fell onto him. His touch was like a paintbrush that brought me to life. His arms tightened around my waist as I leaned back, letting him feast on me. Fire bloomed where he tugged on my nipple, sending me into a world full of magic and possibilities.

“I need to see all of you now,” he breathed. “I’m giving you an unforgettable wedding night, Lily Pad.” He tossed me over his shoulders like a caveman.

“What are you doing?” I laughed in shock as he carted me off like cargo.