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“So Harper’s staying with the Wilkinsons tonight and my parents tomorrow night?” I clarify with Travis as we ride the shuttle back toward the hotel.

He nods and presses his lips to my temple. “Two nights alone in a hotel room. Whatever will we do?”

“I can think of a few things,” I murmur.

“Only a few?” he asks, and his voice is low and gritty and the realization that he’s mine filters through me. He just committed to me .

It’s crazy, right?

Every woman who’s ever been with him—and there have been plenty, apparently—had the fantasy that she’d be the one in his future. She’d be the one to take him from his single life and get him to commit to forever.

Maybe it was a right place at the right time thing. Maybe it never could’ve worked out with any of the other women because they didn’t have the immediate bond I seemed to make with his daughter.

But something inside me knows it’s a higher power than that.

He hit on me, and I rejected him, and even through the news that upended his life, he didn’t stop thinking about me. He knew nothing about me except that I had a boyfriend and I wasn’t afraid to dish it right back to him, and something about that forged a connection ahead of whatever was to come.

I lean my head on his shoulder as a sense of giddiness filters through me. I can’t deny there will be a tough road ahead, starting with the day we land back in Vegas…but that doesn’t change the fact that right in this moment, life feels pretty damn perfect.

We get back to the hotel, and Harper packs up her little suitcase and heads off for yet another sleepover with Bella, and that leaves my husband and me alone.

“My wife,” he says softly, his gaze landing on me. He takes a step toward me and slips the strap of my dress to the side, pressing a soft kiss to my collarbone. He inches over as he trails kisses to my shoulder, and then he reverts his path and moves up my neck. The roughness of his scruff tickles my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as every nerve in my body seems to come alive at the same time.

His mouth lands on mine, and the intensity he kisses me with is something new entirely. It’s saying that he’s as happy and overwhelmed as I am in this moment. It should be different because it is different. I’ve never kissed my husband in the privacy of a hotel room before. This is a first, and this is a sweet moment that’s also filled with power and passion as this between us transforms into a commitment we weren’t sure we were ready to make.

It's done now, though, and it feels a lot more permanent than we initially thought it would.

I can’t help but wonder whether he’s feeling the same thing, too, and then he pulls back just a little as if he can read my thoughts. He stares deeply into my eyes for a beat, and then he says, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Warmth trickles through me at his words, and it’s another reminder that he could have any woman in the world, but he’s choosing me. And not just choosing me, but he feels lucky to have me.

It’s overwhelming.

So overwhelming, in fact, that the warmth seems to heat as it glides through me, turning to a simmering lava ready to erupt as it presses a throbbing and needy ache right between my legs.

“I can’t believe you’re mine, either,” I say, awe peppering my tone as we stare at each other.

I slip the other strap of my dress down, and the entire thing falls to the floor at our feet. I stand in the silky white lingerie set I bought for the occasion, and he takes a step back as he takes in the view.

“Jesus Christ, I’m the luckiest man in the world.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I finger the strap of my bra before I slip it to the side.

He watches, and I decide to do a little dance for him. I kick the dress out of the way and turn around, dancing to some erotic beat in my own head, and I slip the other strap down, too. I turn around and pull my bra off totally, tossing it over my shoulder at him. I think it hits him, but I’m still facing away from him, so I don’t see.

I hear his breathing hitch as he gazes at my back, and I shake my ass a little, backing up until I feel him behind me. I rub my ass across his very hard cock before I bend over, touching the floor, and he lets out a little growl as I straighten again. I turn around, my arms crossed over my chest, and he just watches me quietly and carefully.

I drop one arm and finger the band of my panties, and his eyes drop from mine to see what my fingers are doing. Part of me wants to tease him and drive him wild with need for me, and the other part of me wants him to jump inside me this very second.

I dip my finger down into my panties, one arm still covering my breasts, and I run it along my clit. I throw my head back in pleasure as I hiss at the feel of my own touch. I’m slick with need for him, and I push my finger inside me as he watches me.

I let out a soft moan, and that’s when he loses it. He takes a step toward me and grabs my wrist, pulling my hand out of my panties and lifting the finger that was just inside me until he’s sucking it into his mouth. His eyes close as if he’s tasting the most heavenly delectable treat he’s ever had the pleasure of having in his mouth, and seeing him like that nearly causes me to fall apart.

But it’s way, way too soon for that.

He lifts me up into his arms and carries me over to the bed. He slips my panties off so I’m lying naked, and he slowly—so slowly it’s nearly painful—unbuttons his aqua shirt, one button at a time. I watch as he makes his progress, panting with need, and then I see those abs that belong to me now.

He flicks the button of his khaki pants next and pulls them off along with his boxers, and then he makes his way over to me. He hovers over me for a beat, and then he leans down and presses a kiss to my mouth.

“I love you, my wife,” he says softly.

My reply is swallowed on a moan as he pushes into me. “I love you, too, my husband.”

He pushes himself all the way in, holding there for a few beats as he pulls back to look me in the eyes. It’s an intense moment that passes between us where I can physically feel the same emotions I see expressed in his eyes. Our connection is both intimate and carnal, and this is the first time he’s expressing his love for me in this way as a newly married couple.

It’s surreal and beautiful and extraordinary all at the same time.

He slowly eases back and pushes in again, a little harder this time, and then eases out again, as if he wants this to last forever even though we’re both already tipping close to the edge. His eyes are still on mine as we share in this intimacy, and it creates this new sort of bond between us that feels like it’s unbreakable.

The mere thought of it all combined with the way he’s slowly slamming against me pushes me into the sort of oblivion I don’t think I’ve ever known before. The eruption is powerful as it racks my entire body, and I writhe beneath him as it plows into me. My body trembles and shakes with pleasure everywhere, from the tips of my toes to my fingertips to my aching nipples begging for his tongue, and the way my body reacts pushes him into his own release, too. He picks up the speed a bit as he helps me ride out my climax, and then he comes brutally hard into me. Instead of the curses I usually hear him utter as he reaches his peak, this time it’s a whispered prayer of adoration as he simply says, “My wife.”

We lie together afterward as he rests on top of me, and he doesn’t pull out right away. I feel him twitching inside me as he starts to come down from his release, and it spurs me into wanting more. The ache is back as if he didn’t just satisfy it, and I shift my hips a little as I try for some friction, and he lifts up to look at me.

His eyes are full of merriment and love, and as he pulls out, not quite ready to go again but still semi-hard, he reaches down with his fingers. He pushes one into me, using his come and my wetness together, and it isn’t long before he’s fingering me right into my second orgasm of the night.

Yeah, being Travis Woods’s wife is definitely going to mean a whole lot of pleasure, and I can’t wait for every achingly beautiful moment that lies ahead of us.