Page 46 of Personal Foul (The San Diego Storm #3)
Colin
“ W here are we going?” Carson asked as I led him by the hand down to the beach.
“You’ll see. I told ya, it’s a surprise.”
Before we left our little reception, I confirmed with Elizabeth and George that they would spend the night at our apartment with Bella and Allister.
I’d planned a big wedding night for Carson, with Owen and Carrie’s help.
What good was having all the NFL money if I didn’t spend it on the one person who made me the happiest?
We were still in our dress attire as we followed the candle-lit sandy trail to our private cabana on the beach.
I’d packed a bag for us, complete with everything one would need for a romantic wedding night, as well as the clothes necessary for the morning.
And when it came into view, Carson’s audible gasp was more than I hoped for.
“Baby,” he whispered. Taking in the large, tent-like cabana draped in heavy canvas and soft white fairy lights. A large bed sat on a platform, outfitted in soft linens and a thousand pillows. Champagne sat in an ice bucket, along with food and bottled water to replenish our energy.
After watching Carson take in our bedroom for the night, I now knew why he loved doing things for me. The high of seeing someone you love enjoy something you gave them was addictive.
“You did this for us?”
I smiled and pulled him into my arms. “I did, love. I thought what better way to spend our first night as a married couple than by our ocean? We can wake up to the sunrise over the water, because it’s the start of our new life. We’ve always had the sunset, but now we have the sunrise.”
Carson looked around at the beautiful setup. I’d have to thank Carrie for her vision, everything from the solar string lights to the privacy tent.
“This is incredibly romantic, Mr. St. James.”
I already loved hearing him call me that. Cupping his handsome face in my hands, I spoke from my heart. I wasn’t sure it existed for a long time, but he found it.
“You have been relentless in showering me with your affection, and I want to do the same for you for the rest of our lives. I see you, Carson St. James. I used to think finding rugby saved me, but I was wrong. It was you.”
He pulled me into his arms as we stood barefoot in the sand, the fire pit burning outside our private little world. We sank into an unhurried kiss until we needed more. More love. More touches. More of his skin on mine.
Stepping back, I pulled him into our tent. I stared into his eyes as I unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants. Carson undressed me, but left kisses along my neck and chest as if he couldn’t help himself. He skimmed his finger over my nipple piercing, making me hiss.
I took his hand and brought him down onto our bed. He landed beside me, propping himself on one elbow to look down at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His hair was a little blonder from the time we’d spent in the sun, and sparkling hazel eyes that I couldn’t look away from.
“Yes,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “I want that too.”
Carson lowered his mouth to mine, but stopped. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Ya didn’t have to,” I said, brushing my thumb over his eyebrow. “It’s all right here in your eyes.”
His smile was breathtaking as he lowered his mouth and body to mine. And when he had me just like he wanted me, my husband gave me himself and all the love I’d ever need. He took the broken man and made me whole.
There were no barriers between us any longer. He knew me better than anyone ever had, and had smashed down all my walls and removed the wreckage. I almost didn’t recognize myself because, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t afraid to be me. I wasn’t afraid to love anymore.
Carson loved me for who I was, and I’d never be the same.
Only better.