Page 99 of The Rancher's Wedding Deception

Couldn’t couldn’t keep herself from shuddering as they finally made it to the bedroom, and he gently lowered her to her feet.

The bedroom was even more extravagant than the rest of the castle. A four-poster bed draped in velvet curtains. A fire crackling in the hearth. Candles casting everything in flickering gold.

She wished she could savor the sight of it, really.

But right now, all she could look at...

All she cared about...

Paul.

Her husband circled behind her, and she felt his breath against her neck.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to get you out of this dress?”

“I—”

“Since you put it on.”

“—would not have guessed that,” Andie squeaked out.

His fingers found the laces of her corset, and she could only gulp as the laces loosened.

“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” His voice was rough against her ear. “It terrifies me. You terrify me.”

Another lace pulled free.

His hands were shaking, she realized with wonder. Her composed, controlled husband—his hands were actually shaking.

“I’m scared too,” she whispered. “Of how much I feel.”

“What do you want?”

“You.” The word came out broken. “I just want you.”

He made a sound—low and desperate—and suddenly the laces were being torn, the corset falling away as he spun her to face him.

His mouth crashed into hers.

His hands gripped her waist, lifting her, and her legs wrapped around him as he carried her toward the bed.

The velvet gown pooled around them as they fell onto the mattress. His fingers found the neckline, pulling it down, exposing the swell of her breasts above the thin shift—

That’s when she felt it.

A familiar cramping low in her belly.

A sudden, unmistakable dampness.

Oh no.

Andie jumped back from her husband.

“C-can I have a second?”

Paul froze, his hands still on her neckline, his eyes dazed.

“Of course. Is everything—”