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“I’d be happier if we didn’t have to leave tomorrow,” I tell him honestly, inhaling deeply and smelling the Caribbean air fill our bungalow. “I love St. Lucia.”

“We’ll come back.”

“But it won’t be our honeymoon. This is a once in a lifetime trip.”

“Just because it isn’t our honeymoon doesn’t mean we can’t recreate every moment.” He kisses along my hairline.

“We had the most perfect wedding and the most kickass reception of all time. Those things can’t be replicated.”

“Have I told you how gorgeous you looked coming down the aisle on your dad’s arm?”

“Every day.”

“Anytime you want to put that dress on again and promise to love, cherish, honor, and obey me, I’m game.”

I slap at his hand. “I never said I’d obey you.”

“Pretty sure the band around your finger says otherwise.”

“Pretty sure you’re wrong.”

“A man can wish.” He nuzzles my neck, nipping the skin behind my ear. “Although, my Emi isn’t really the obedient t

ype.”

“Nope, you married wrong if that’s your end game. Choose better for your second wife,” I tease, wiggling my ass against him.

“You think you’re funny, but I’m a one wife man.”

“Good answer.” I giggle when he swivels his hips, thrusting his hardness between my legs.

I roll into him, hitch my leg over his hip, and curl my hand around his neck. My eyes roam over his face, and my heart leaps in my chest at the vision of him so relaxed. For the last week, we’ve enjoyed everything this resort has to offer. Our first two days, we didn’t leave our bungalow, taking advantage of the private pool and butler service. I sunbathed topless for the first time in my life, and Walker hovered close until he was sure no one could see, then he thoroughly enjoyed the advantages of the freedom of nudity with our privacy. Both of us have a sun-kissed glow that can be attributed to the sun and endless hours of sex, anywhere and everywhere we wanted.

When we finally emerged, and decided to explore St. Lucia, I fell in love all over again. We ate, drank, and danced each night away until he brought me back to make love to me under the stars.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him to stay, but we have to get back to reality.

“What’s on your mind?” He shifts his cheek to kiss my palm.

“I’m memorizing all of this.”

His eyes turn to liquid, and he uses my position to slide into me easily. My body has grown so accustomed to him, I accept him easily, arching into his chest.

“Emi, sometimes you say things that make me wonder if I ever had a life without you. You were put on this earth for me, I’m sure of it.”

My nose starts to sting, and I suck in a breath, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Walker, you can’t make me cry on our honeymoon, you promised.”

“No, I didn’t. Besides, tears of happiness are the best kind.” He starts to rock inside me, thrusting slowly.

“I need to tell you something.”

He stops mid-glide, and his eyes swarm with questions.

“I sent Carlton a text last week and thanked him for being a supreme asshole and bringing you into my life.”

“I’d already seen you, baby. Him keying your car wasn’t necessary.”

“That night you saw me in the restaurant, and I saw you for the first time, it was a set up. Maren and I hadn’t taken the GPS off his car, so we knew where he was. We needed to retrieve it and decided to make an entrance, flaunt Maren in front of him. If we hadn’t done that, who knows if I’d ever met you.”