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haven’t we Ryan?"  Pushing back her chair, Rose stood and Ryan did the same.  She walked around the table and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her length against his and placed her head on his shoulder.  Ryan’s heartbeat raced.  Would she do it?  Was she saying yes?  
    "Crazy or not, if you believe, then I’ll believe.  Let’s go upstairs and let the honeymooners have their special night together." 
    Ryan couldn’t contain his joyous laughter when Rose grabbed his hand and they raced toward the elevator.  Together.  
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    S tepping through the unlocked hotel door, Ryan grasped his wife’s hand, tugged her through spinning her around to face him.  He reached blindly behind him, pushed the door shut and fumbled with the lock, his eyes never leaving her face.   Her tongue slid out, gliding along her bottom lip, wetting it in a seductive move that sent heat rippling through him. 
    Without conscious thought his hand rose, cupping her cheek.  His thumb caressed the soft flesh of her lower lip, smiled as her teeth nipped at him playfully.  There was no sign of fear or hesitation in her eyes.  The scent of her perfume filled his senses as he leaned in closer, pulling her pliant body against his.  
    She’d agreed without a moment’s pause to his outrageous suggestion.  It hadn’t really surprised him; she was usually game for anything.  Just one of the many things he loved about her. 
    "How did I get so lucky?  I’m married to the most beautiful woman in the world."  He whispered the tender words in her ear.  She rolled her eyes at the compliment.
    Closing his eyes, he exhaled slowly and deliberately, clearing all thoughts and preconceived notions from his mind.  He wanted—no he needed—to do this right.  They didn’t need to rush; they had all night long.  Leaning in, he brushed his lips along her jaw line, spreading soft kisses across her skin, breathing in the scent of her.  Mine, he thought, forever mine. 
    An odd sense of tranquility settled over him, even as he felt a quiet sense of urgency he’d never felt before grip him. 
    Eyes wide open now, he pulled her body snug against his, rocking his hips against hers.  He wanted her closer than skin-to-skin, needed her more than his next breath.  His erection throbbed, rock hard as if it had a mind of its own and knew what lay ahead.  Lowering his head, he tilted her face up slightly to brush an open-mouthed kiss against her pliant lips.  Felt her faint tremor before her lips parted for his seeking tongue.  He pulled back to nip playfully at her lower lip while his hand skimmed across her shoulder and down her front to mold her breast, plump and the perfect size to fill his hands.  She’d always complained she was too small, but he found her perfect.  A sharp intake of breath and the dilation of her pupils showed him how much she relished his hands on her, though not as much as he wanted them on her, touching, kneading and stroking her boldly.
    "Ryan."  His name spilled from her, followed by a sigh. 
    Need rose in him, pushing aside all thoughts of going slow.  He needed her.  Felt an undeniable unquenchable urgency to be inside her. 
    Taking one step back, his hands tugged at her pale pink blouse, carefully opening the first few buttons before he spread the cloth back to reveal the bounty of her breasts.  Cupped lovingly in a dusty pink-and-beige lace-edged bra, her nipples stood at peaked attention, puckered beneath the lacy fabric.  They begged for his lips and tongue.   Who am I to deny her?
    He couldn’t contain the grin spreading across his face as he moved to the curve of her neck spreading kisses, licking and sucking his way downward.  He paused at the nape of her neck, tugged lightly on the skin, the suction of his mouth firm.  She arched her hips into him with a groan, her hands clutching at him, clinging to his shoulders.  Smiling, he noted the reddened skin, knew she’d wear his