Chapter 47
CHAPTER 47
R ansom carries me over the threshold as we enter our honeymoon suite, and as he walks us inside, I can’t help but gasp at the scene before me.
The suite is spacious, stunning, and oozing of elegance like I have never seen before.
Soft golden lighting casts a warm glow across the luxurious room, illuminating a king-sized bed draped in crisp white linens and a sea of red rose petals. The scent of lavender wafts through the air, mingling with the faint, salty breeze filtering in through the open balcony doors. And the sound of a love song floats through the suite, creating a rhythm that feels like it was written just for us.
A small table near the bed boasts of a bottle of champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, and a bushel of white roses.
“Why do I get the feeling you knew about this room?”
“Because you’re intuitive.” He ticks his head to the side. “I was booking it and Wes insisted it was taken. I had the extras lined up before he dampened my mood.”
“I guess he pulled a fast one on you,” I say.
“He can pull all the fast ones he wants, as long as I get to spend my life with you.” He lands a kiss on my lips and we let it go on for a small eternity .
“You’re spoiling me,” I say, turning to Ransom with a smile that feels almost too big for my face.
“Spoiling you is my new full-time job, Mrs. Baxter.” His voice is warm and low, and I can feel it as much as I hear it.
I land on my feet with the swish of my dress, and I melt into him while wrapping around his neck. We sway slowly in the center of the room, and we don’t even need the music to do it. Just the sound of our breathing and the rhythm of our hearts.
He dips his head with his lips brushing against mine, and I lose myself in his kiss. There’s no audience now, no friends or family—it’s just us, alone at last.
I pull back and catch a breath. “Let’s not waste this beautiful room.” My eyes drift to the massive bed, and within seconds Ransom scoops me into his arms. Bonus points because he didn’t even grunt.
“Oh, I have no intention of wasting a single moment,” he says before carrying me across the room and I bite down on a smile.
His lips curve a notch with malevolent intent, and there’s more than a little devious intention glinting in his eyes as well—and I wholeheartedly approve.
The world outside all but disappears.
Right now, it’s just the two of us—a night that belongs only to us, wrapped in love and laughter, with nothing ahead but bliss.
And it is bliss, again, and again, and again.
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