Sin City Lights (Sin City #1)

Epilogue

Eve

Eve held her hand out at arm’s length. Her platinum band shone, and the facets of her blue diamond engagement ring caught the light. “I still can’t believe it’s blue, like your eyes.”

“And like the sky,”

he pointed out.

Adam had insisted on platinum wedding bands. “The permanent Platinum Package, for both of us,”

he’d explained with a rakish grin.

Eve’s heart soared at the sight of the stunning bridal set that finally graced her ring finger. “It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful. Come here.”

He pulled her into his lap. “God, you feel good.”

“I can’t believe Jannie caught my bouquet. She actually called Blake to tell him.”

“Don’t mention that name on my wedding night,”

he grumbled.

He kissed her for a long, long while. She broke for air; he nuzzled her neck, and she tilted her head to give him better access.

Now was the time, before she lost her nerve.

“About that night,”

she began, shuddering under his swirling tongue.

“What night?”

“Our first night.”

“Oh, going there again, are we?”

She nodded. “I wanted to undress you.”

“Did you?”

“Badly.”

He nibbled her earlobe. “Tell me more.”

His hand was inching up under her dress.

“Something about you turned me on.”

“I thought everything about me turned you on.”

“That would be accurate.”

Her hands roamed over the fabric of his white suit jacket. With his peach vest and matching boutonnière made of Eve roses, he made the most handsome bridegroom ever. “Adam…”

“Yes?”

Her finger circled a pearled button. “I’ve had this fantasy for a while.”

“Tell me.”

“Reversing what we did that night.”

His smile was slow, his eyes alight. “You mean, you want to have your way with me?”

“Yes.”

She fisted his silk tie.

He seemed to be considering. “I’ll let you. But I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

He squeezed her thigh. “When I can’t stand it anymore, all bets are off.”

He started to unbutton his jacket.

“No.”

He chuckled. “Oh, she wants the suit.”

Eve smiled wickedly. “You’re going to do exactly what I want.”

He was silent for a beat, brow furrowing a little. And then he burst into laughter. “You remember everything I said, don’t you?”

She nodded. “Every word. And everything you did. Hands at your sides.”

He grinned. “I’m in trouble.”

Sliding off his lap, she nudged his knees apart and stood between them. She cupped his chin, tipping his face up, then brushed his lips lightly with her own. She sipped at his mouth, once, twice, palms settling on his shoulders, then caught one of his hands in both of hers.

He groaned. She parted her lips, taking in just the tip of his index finger, biting gently, then holding it between her teeth and using her tongue to swirl around and around.

He shuddered. His finger slipped from her mouth, and he traced it over her lower lip.

She let him do that for a moment but caught his hand again, opening his palm and kissing, thrilling at the sight of his wide platinum wedding band that proclaimed he belonged to her.

She’d never found the sight of a man wearing a wedding ring hot, but on him, it was.

“You have beautiful hands.”

She closed his palm into a fist and put it to her cheek. Talented, capable hands. Hands that could land a broken plane or turn her into a puddle of exquisite pleasure in minutes.

“And beautiful shoulders.”

She smoothed her fingers over them.

Shoulders capable of bearing her burdens.

“Don’t move.”

She reached for the buttons of his jacket.

She undid it quickly. The vest was next.

Then she was gripping his head and pressing it, hard, to her breasts.

His nose nestled between them. He inhaled deeply. His tongue delved into her cleavage, licking. Her body lurched in a hard shudder, and she pushed him away.

He exhaled a frustrated breath. “You’re killing me.”

Her hands went to his tie. With quick fingers, she undid the knot, then took her time, silk sliding slowly off his neck with a soft whoosh.

She took his wrist and turned it, smiling when she saw the gleaming apple cuff links.

“These are sexy,”

she murmured, fingering one.

“My wife likes me in cuff links. She bought them for me.”

“Your wife has good taste.”

“And she tastes good.”

“How badly do you want to taste her?”

“So badly. But she won’t let me.”

“She might, if you are good.”

“I’d rather be bad.”

“I need you naked.”

His silent chuckle confirmed he remembered that one too.

With swift precision, she took off his wedding whites, slapping his hands away when he attempted to help.

With everything off, her eyes roamed over his naked body, need hot and throbbing in her core. She’d always want him. Always love him.

“Lie back.”

He slid onto the sheets. She straddled him, then took hold of both his wrists, pinning them on either side of his head.

Slowly, slowly, she bent down to take his lips, breasts pressing to his chest. She felt his hands curl into fists.

She looked down at him. His face was flushed, blue eyes wild with arousal, his body rigid with self-restraint.

And yet he let her have him this way.

Her wonderful husband. His love would always be her everything.

She covered him then and leaned over to kiss him once again. He tasted of champagne and smelled of his familiar Hermès cologne.

Her nose nudged just below his jaw. Flattening her tongue, she licked his Adam’s apple, delighting in the groan that escaped his lips.

“It’s showtime,”

she whispered, “but the playbill is mine.”

Suddenly, he flipped her, and she was on her back, his warm, strong hands shoving up her dress to roam over her bare thighs with hot urgency.

“All bets are off.”

He pulled her knees apart. The next second, his hand was on her, fingers probing, and she knew he found her more than ready for him. She felt her panties rip. He hummed with satisfaction at her startled cry.

“Adam!”

In one smooth thrust, he was inside her, making her moan with the exquisite feel of him.

“Yes, baby. It is showtime.”

He stared down into her face, his mouth curving in a devastating smile.

She dug her nails into his shoulders and arched her back, desperate for him to start moving.

“But the playbill—”

he kissed her tenderly “—is ours.”

She looked into his beautiful blue eyes, wondering what she had ever done good in this world to have him cross her path and change her life completely.

“Every time I think I can’t possibly love you more,”

she murmured, “somehow, you make me.”

“I fully intend to make you love me, Mrs. Larssen. More and more, daily, for the rest of my life.”

He rolled his hips, a roguishly promising smile playing on his lips. “What do you say I start right now?”