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Authors: Jenn Marlow
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made complete fools of ourselves; we cut the cake; and everyone around us was painstakingly drunk. It was time to go.
And as soon as I realized it, I felt an overwhelming sense of emotion and maybe a little pressure.
It was our wedding night.
Our wedding night…
We had seriously just gotten married!
And I had never had sex as someone’s wife before!
I could tell that I wasn’t the only one who felt a little nervous though—because as we rode up the hotel elevator, I heard him gulp just before he took a slow, deep breath.
I almost giggled. At least he was feeling the pressure, too, and I wasn’t just being a weirdo. But the funny thing was, he was a lot more outward with his nervousness than I was.
“You okay?” I asked, hoping that if I embarrassed him a little, he might feel a little better, a little calmer.
He breathed out in a nervous laugh. “Yeah,” he replied, and as soon as I looked at him and his adorable smile, I melted. It was all just so endearing.
I took his hand as soon as we reached our floor with a ding, and the elevator doors opened. I pulled him, excitedly, out into the hall. My nerves had stifled for the time being, and I was just beyond excited to be there with him. I pulled him towards our room, which was the only door on the entire floor.
We had the penthouse. Go figure.
Derek Sholts loved to spend money.
Chapter 14
He pulled out the keycard and swiped it with hesitancy. His hand shook with a nervous tick, and I could do nothing but smile as I watched him open the door.
It was like a gateway, beckoning us, into the unknown. And no matter how nervous the two of us were, we were ready to enter it—together.
He took my hand and once inside, he looked at me, as if to ask—without words—if I was ready.
When did the tides turn? When had he become less nervous than I?
I thought I was reassuring him with my excitement, but as soon as we were in the room, his demeanor changed.
And although I’ll admit that the nervousness was endearing and adorable, I preferred a confident and sure Derek. And that’s who had come out to play; that’s who I was staring at…
My husband. I smiled and then shuddered as I looked into his deep, passionate eyes. Indeed, he was back to being the intimidating Derek Sholts that I knew and loved.
We were standing too far from each other—too far for my comfort. Normally we would have pounced by now, like starved animals. But not tonight.
He continued to look at me, his stare demanding, yet completely questioning. He wanted permission to continue, and even though I did feel pressure, and I was nervous, I smiled and gave a nod. I wanted him; and I wanted him badly.
He was damn sexy in that suit, and I wanted more than anything to just tear it off of him! I wanted desperately for the show to get on the road so I could pounce on him just as I normally would have!
He grinned for a moment just after I nodded, but it was only for a moment, before it turned into a cocky smirk. Why was he smirking? But just as I was about to ask vocally, he swooped me up in the air in one swift motion and carried me to the bedroom.
His muscles rippled as he held me closely, and I felt them tighten against my body, as we crossed the penthouse suite.
He smirked and lay small kisses atop my forehead as he walked. It all would have been incredibly sexy had he not ruined it by giggling as soon as we crossed over the threshold to the bedroom.
“This so isn’t me!” He laughed, just before sitting me down beside the bed, rather than on it.
A slight tinge of disappointment edged into my mind.
“Are you tired?” he asked, glancing over to the bed. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to get out of sleeping with me or not, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I was going to have him. I was going to have my husband.
“Uh-yeah!” I shot. “Of course I am!”
I wanted to see his reaction, and when his head peered down, as if in disappointment, I laughed.
“I’m super
And as soon as I realized it, I felt an overwhelming sense of emotion and maybe a little pressure.
It was our wedding night.
Our wedding night…
We had seriously just gotten married!
And I had never had sex as someone’s wife before!
I could tell that I wasn’t the only one who felt a little nervous though—because as we rode up the hotel elevator, I heard him gulp just before he took a slow, deep breath.
I almost giggled. At least he was feeling the pressure, too, and I wasn’t just being a weirdo. But the funny thing was, he was a lot more outward with his nervousness than I was.
“You okay?” I asked, hoping that if I embarrassed him a little, he might feel a little better, a little calmer.
He breathed out in a nervous laugh. “Yeah,” he replied, and as soon as I looked at him and his adorable smile, I melted. It was all just so endearing.
I took his hand as soon as we reached our floor with a ding, and the elevator doors opened. I pulled him, excitedly, out into the hall. My nerves had stifled for the time being, and I was just beyond excited to be there with him. I pulled him towards our room, which was the only door on the entire floor.
We had the penthouse. Go figure.
Derek Sholts loved to spend money.
Chapter 14
He pulled out the keycard and swiped it with hesitancy. His hand shook with a nervous tick, and I could do nothing but smile as I watched him open the door.
It was like a gateway, beckoning us, into the unknown. And no matter how nervous the two of us were, we were ready to enter it—together.
He took my hand and once inside, he looked at me, as if to ask—without words—if I was ready.
When did the tides turn? When had he become less nervous than I?
I thought I was reassuring him with my excitement, but as soon as we were in the room, his demeanor changed.
And although I’ll admit that the nervousness was endearing and adorable, I preferred a confident and sure Derek. And that’s who had come out to play; that’s who I was staring at…
My husband. I smiled and then shuddered as I looked into his deep, passionate eyes. Indeed, he was back to being the intimidating Derek Sholts that I knew and loved.
We were standing too far from each other—too far for my comfort. Normally we would have pounced by now, like starved animals. But not tonight.
He continued to look at me, his stare demanding, yet completely questioning. He wanted permission to continue, and even though I did feel pressure, and I was nervous, I smiled and gave a nod. I wanted him; and I wanted him badly.
He was damn sexy in that suit, and I wanted more than anything to just tear it off of him! I wanted desperately for the show to get on the road so I could pounce on him just as I normally would have!
He grinned for a moment just after I nodded, but it was only for a moment, before it turned into a cocky smirk. Why was he smirking? But just as I was about to ask vocally, he swooped me up in the air in one swift motion and carried me to the bedroom.
His muscles rippled as he held me closely, and I felt them tighten against my body, as we crossed the penthouse suite.
He smirked and lay small kisses atop my forehead as he walked. It all would have been incredibly sexy had he not ruined it by giggling as soon as we crossed over the threshold to the bedroom.
“This so isn’t me!” He laughed, just before sitting me down beside the bed, rather than on it.
A slight tinge of disappointment edged into my mind.
“Are you tired?” he asked, glancing over to the bed. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to get out of sleeping with me or not, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I was going to have him. I was going to have my husband.
“Uh-yeah!” I shot. “Of course I am!”
I wanted to see his reaction, and when his head peered down, as if in disappointment, I laughed.
“I’m super
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