Chapter 69
SIXTY-NINE
Jada
The room is cool and dark when we arrive. The bedroom double doors are open, and candlelight flickers inside, casting shadows over the walls. The blinds are pulled shut, the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas, Sin City, out of reach. It’s just my husband and me.
Cane closes the door behind him, and I feel him nearing me. I stand in the center of the room, my breath rushing in and out in anticipation.
He plants a tender kiss on the back of my neck, sending a jolt of energy through my body. I moan softly, not for the eroticism of the act but for its sweetness.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” His words are hot on my skin, his voice barely above a whisper. “Have I told you how amazed I am that you went through with it?”
I grin, turning to face him. His features are even sexier in the dim light, his jawline catching the rays of light and appearing even more angular than usual. A touch of scruff is just beginning to appear, and I reach out and run the pads of my thumbs across his cheeks.
“Have I told you that you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen?”
His lips touch mine, his kiss as tender as his words. When he pulls back, his eyes are full of what only can be called reverence.
“I never thought I’d get married, Jada. And I sure as fuck didn’t think I’d be this damn happy about it.”
I laugh, watching his lips upturn. The boyish smile, the one I love more than all the others, the one I’m sure no one sees but me, becomes visible.
“I’m glad to hear that, considering we’ve only been married a few hours. There’s still a lot of time for you to get sick of me.”
“Not possible, beautiful girl.”
I bring my face inches from his, our lips almost touching. “Even if you do,” I say, letting my words hit his mouth. “Too. Damn. Bad.”
A growl escapes his throat, and his mouth crashes into mine. He works me over like I’m his to take, his tongue passing between my lips abruptly, causing me to lose my breath.
My hands lock against his neck, encouraging him to continue. His assault is more than welcome; it’s needed. I know he speaks with physical gestures, and today, I need it, too. I need to not only look the part of his wife but to feel it. I want to feel like Jada Alexander in every sense of the word.
“I love you,” I say, through kisses, feeling his hands run down my back.
I squeal as Cane lifts me off my feet and carries me into the bedroom. We cross the threshold, and I laugh.
“Max told me I was supposed to carry you in the room, but I forgot. So this will have to do.”
“It’s into the house for the first time, not the hotel room, babe.”
“That shit doesn’t mean anything to me, but I’m going to do it in case it does to you.
” He sets me down on my feet and takes a couple of steps back.
“This marriage thing is something I’ve never done before.
Therefore it’s the one thing I’ve never fucked up.
And I’m going to do my best not to do it wrong. ”
“You won’t.”
He shakes his head, and the tiny amount of insecurity I know is buried inside him starts to surface. “I might. You know how things get with me. I try, and then before I know it, I—”
“You won’t mess this up. I won’t let you. If you start to get out of line, I’ll just crack you back in again. I’m the coach this round, remember?”
He blushes, his secret grin gracing his lips. “This is one game I’m ready to get schooled in: how to please my wife.”
“Oh, baby,” I say, stepping out of my heels and kicking them to the side. “You already know how to please your wife.”
His eyes heat, his blues darkening. The grin moves quickly to a smirk, my heartbeat quickening. “Do I?”
“Mm-hmm,” I say, taking a step backward as he takes one toward me. His smirk deepens, the bubble of anticipation in my core building. “You do.”
“I’d like to please her right now. It seems like the husbandly thing to do.”
“Well, as your coach, I’d recommend you help your wife out of this dress.”
He watches me, his gaze locked on mine for a long second. Finally, he moves behind me.
I don’t move; I can barely breathe. I watch the wall in front of me, feeling my heart pound in my chest. I’ve been with this man so many times before, but this feels like the first for some reason.
His fingertips slide from one shoulder blade to the other, causing me to shiver. He plants a soft kiss at the nape of my neck, blowing on the dampened spot as he pulls away.
“Cane ...”
“Shh.”
His fingers dance across my skin, from the top of my shoulders down my spine, ending at the top of my dress at the middle of my back. I feel him lift the zipper and hear it lower. The top half tips forward, and then the entire thing melts, inch by inch, to the floor.
I hear him take in a ragged breath as he sees the white lingerie wrapping my body. I still don’t turn around.
“My God,” he rumbles. “I don’t know if you’re an angel or the devil.”
His lips find the back of my neck again, his hands roaming freely over my body. Each touch fires my nerve endings, my body revved and ready for action.
“All I know,” he says, turning me around, his hands never stopping their frenzied path across every inch of my skin, “is that I’m gonna be a fucking sinner tonight.”
Cane
The candles burned out hours ago. The sun is probably starting to rise, but the blinds are still drawn so I can’t see. I’m glad about that. I want to stay tucked away in this hotel room for as long as possible.
It isn’t the room that makes me want to stay. It’s just another fucking room in another fucking hotel. But what this room does have that no other room I’ve ever been in has is this feeling.
Jada’s naked body is tucked against my side, a sheet haphazardly tossed across her. I can feel her sweet and peaceful breathing drift across the room. Her scent is all over me, and I do not need to wash it off.
Maybe ever.
I settle against the pillows and try to make sense of everything.
How did I get here? What did I ever do to deserve this?
What if I fuck this all up?
I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t know how I got here, and I’m sure as shit certain that I don’t deserve this. All of the debauchery and crazy shit I’ve done in my life, I don’t deserve this woman lying beside me.
I can’t help the grin that tugs my lips when I think back to her thanking me for the wedding. Doesn’t she know she gives me more than anything I could ever give her?
She stirs against me and I still, not wanting her to wake up. Not yet. I want to enjoy this ... this peace, for a bit longer.