Chapter 46
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
elena
The desert air turns cooler by the time we reach the little casita my aunt prepared for us. A string of soft white lights twinkle overhead. A folded note from my cousin says "For the honeymooners."
Isaac opens the door for me, his hand grazing the small of my back as I walk inside. The place smells like sandalwood and clean linen. There’s a single bed. A tray of champagne and pan dulce sits on a side table, alongside a little card that reads “Felicidades.”
He sets down the bottle of champagne and turns to me, loosening the buttons on his shirt. “You want to first shower, Mrs. Logan?”
I swallow, throat tight. “You just like saying that.”
“Damn right I do,” he says, low and warm.
I step closer. My dress sways at my knees, toes bare on the cool tile floor. “You were really good with my family tonight. I’m starting to think you’re a better actor than me.”
He stares for a moment too long. “That’s because I don’t have to act when I’m around you. You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. I could hardly breathe for how magnificent you are.”
The compliment slips under my skin, slow and potent.
His fingers move toward my waist, careful at first. When I don’t stop him, he lets them settle there. I breathe him in—cedar and heat and something innately Isaac.
“You’re still staring,” I whisper.
“Can’t help it.”
I can’t be certain who moves first but in the next second, we’re kissing. Soft, then hungrily.
His hand fists in the fabric at my lower back, dragging me closer until we’re flush. I can feel every ridge of muscle through his shirt and his mouth opens to mine, tongue sliding in slow and confident.
The ache between my legs pulses sharp and immediate.
I tug his shirt over his head, and he lifts my dress in one motion, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head, letting it fall in a pool between us.
I drop to my knees, suddenly desperate to taste my husband.
“Fuck” he groans, voice thick when I lick the underside of him from base to tip. “You trying to ruin me?”
“Maybe.”
I pull him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to take him as deeply as possible once, then twice, when his hands lift me upward, then remove my lace bra.
We stumble backward to the edge of the bed, his lips trailing down my neck, reverent and hot, and I swear I’m seconds from coming apart in his hands when a knock comes at the door. Then a second one.
“Elena?” My mother’s worried voice calls out. “Are you decent?”
I freeze. Isaac curses softly under his breath.
“Uh—yes! Just a second!” I call out, scrambling for the blanket and yanking it over both of us as Isaac grabs his shirt and holds it in front of his lap like a makeshift towel.
The door jiggles. I jump up, grab his shirt and pull it on like a robe.
I open the door just a crack.
“I forgot to give you the blessing candles,” she says. “You need them for a strong start.”
“Was already off to a strong start,” Isaac mutters under his breath. He grins, exasperated and turned on, as I accept the candles with a forced smile and a quick thank you.
By the time I turn around, Isaac’s smirking in the bed.
“You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?” I ask, dropping the candles beside the bed.
“Oh, baby,” he says, eyes trailing over me slowly, dark and full of promise. “You just married a Logan. We don’t believe in letting anything go.”