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nearness of her curvaceous figure, was enough to get his erection rock hard. He wanted her, badly.
    He wanted inside her. His imagination ran wild, filling his head with images of them at the beach house in the hot tub, her taking him in her mouth. Him pulling her down on his cock. Watching her breasts bounce and sucking a hard nipple into his mouth.
    Her laugher died. “Stop staring at me like that.”
    There was no way she knew what he was thinking. “Like what?”
    “Like you’re ready to do me in the middle of the dance floor.”
    Okay, so maybe he wasn’t that good at hiding what he was thinking. “I wasn’t.”
    “You were.”
    She sounded so annoyed that he couldn’t help but reply, “Actually, I was thinking about our honeymoon. Do you prefer being on top, or would you rather I fuck you from behind?”
    Her mouth opened and closed, but she didn’t miss a beat of the music. Neither did he.
    Laughing, he kissed the tip of her nose. “Another secret uncovered. All I have to do to render you speechless is do something thoughtful, or talk about sex.”
    “Guess I know what I’ll have to listen to the entire drive.”
    “Would it shock you to learn that I actually want to do both?”
    She nodded, and her eyes began to glisten.
    Shit. He made her cry. His protective instincts rose in full force. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Then why are you crying?”
    “Because today wasn’t supposed to be this perfect.” She glanced away. “ You weren’t supposed to be this perfect.”
    Briefly, he closed his eyes and held her closer, kissing her forehead and every other spot within reach. What had she expected from him, from this arrangement? Indifference?
    Unsure of what to say, he simply held her until the song ended. The guests clapped and she started, pulling away from him so quickly that she almost left him standing in the middle of the dance floor.
    He didn’t understand her at all, but he had four days to discover everything about her.

Chapter Nine
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    H aven laced her fingers with Heath’s as they ran down a rose-petal strewn aisle, while well-wishers blew bubbles and showered them with birdseed.
    Given her experience with changing the sheets of brides and grooms who’d stayed at Chesson House for their first honeymoon night, she was fairly certain that she’d be picking it out of her hair for the next week.
    Heath laughingly pulled her along, stopping suddenly in the middle of it all to capture her mouth in a long, hot kiss that made her toes curl.
    “What was that for?” she asked dazedly.
    “Giving them a show¸ and I wanted to do,” he said. “Hope that’s all right.”
    Better to ask for forgiveness than beg for permission. Yet she hadn’t told him no. All she’d done is reach for him when he would lean in close. “Yes.”
    With a smile, he took her hand and began to head for his truck again, his long strides eating up the distance. Due to the practical, light pink Chucks she wore under her gown, she was able to keep up with him.
    Another round of birdseed hit them, and he whirled her around, pressing her against the truck. She gazed into his eyes. He was going to kiss her again and she knew it, but this time, it was as if he were waiting for permission.
    “Heath,” she said, closing her eyes and tipping up her chin. Blindly, she searched for his mouth.
    “Right here, sweetness,” he said, brushing his mouth slowly over hers. The pressure was light and tantalizing.
    How was it that each kiss was more powerful, more consuming than the next?
    With gentle insistence, he coaxed her mouth open and slid his tongue inside, kissing and stroking her like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
    She clutched at his shoulders, then at the nape of his neck, her fingers lightly scratching him there. A groan rumbled from his chest.
    “You’re really good,” she said. At making this look real. How could she have forgotten to add that? That moment of weakness on the dance floor