Page 107 of Unwrapping Love

“We’ll be here,” he said.

Aileen stood up and left. Tomorrow Saylor and Rowan would be taking a helicopter ride from here to JFK to fly home. She’d never been in a helicopter before, but Rowan’s family sure traveled in style.

“The music just changed. Can I get one more slow dance?” she asked.

He held his hand out and put his beer down. “Anything to get you in my arms.”

“Don’t be so gross,” Talia said.

“You’re just jealous because you can’t fit in your husband’s arms.”

“You’re right, I am,” Talia said, laughing.

“She fits just fine,” Jace said, moving over and sitting next to his wife. It was like Jace had a sixth sense that Talia would be left alone at the table. Phoebe was off with Elias somewhere.

The minute Saylor was in Rowan’s arms, she said, “You’re struggling to see Talia pregnant, aren’t you?”

“Yep. I think to myself, oh my God, she does the things you and I do in bed.”

He shivered in her arms. “Shhhhh, don’t say that too loudly.”

“I know. It’s crazy to be that way.”

“That’s right, because if you’re thinking it, then other people are thinking it about me.”

She’d never had that worry before. Nor did she think about the things she did that her sister might be doing.

Yeah, no. Her sex life was too tame for her sister.

Rowan’s arms were around her waist, his hands almost on her ass, just resting.

She was looking up into his eyes, the blue of them searching her face.

“Everyone is only thinking of how hot we look together.”

“I only care what you think,” she whispered. “Do you think I’m hot?”

He squinted. “If I had my way, we wouldn’t have made it to the wedding on time and you would have been a wrinkled mess when we walked in the door. How is that?”

“That about sums up how I’m feeling.” He leaned down to give her a kiss. “When can we sneak out of here? We don’t have a ride.”

“The limos are gathering now. That is what I was talking to West about. Talia and Laken are beat and want to head back. We can hop in with them.”

“Good,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

When the music ended, they made their way back to the table, got her purse and walked to the front of West’s house. The wedding was in the backyard under an enormous tent with heaters. It was beautiful out for early April, but still brisk enough to need the heaters.

The minute they were in their hotel room, Rowan spun her in his arms, her back to his chest, his hands covering her breasts.

“Do you even have a bra on?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s strapless.”

“Damn. I was thinking all you had was some tape on your nipples.”

Sometimes he said the funniest things, but she didn’t want to laugh right now. She wanted to get naked with the man she loved.

“Sorry to disappoint you,” she said.