Peeking over to Paislie, her face flushed.
“The Ritz please, Phil.”
“Yes, sir.”
The damn console separating us was driving me insane as I pictured Paislie soaking wet under that dress.
“The Ritz-Carlton, sir. Shall I . . . um . . . wait?”
The doorman opened the door and helped Paislie out as she dropped her bouquet in the seat.
“Yes, we won’t be long.”
With a naughty smile, Paislie pressed her lips together as I grabbed her hand and lead her into the lobby. People smiled at us as we passed them by, each one congratulating us.
“Hello! Are you staying with us for your honeymoon?” the young blonde at the check in desk asked.
“No, I just need a room.”
Her smile faded some as her eyes glanced back and forth between us. “Oh, okay. Only for tonight?”
With a smile and a wink, I replied, “For about an hour.”
With wide eyes, she typed on her keyboard as Paislie pinched my arm.
“I’ll just need an I.D. and credit card, please.”
I handed her both as I peeked at Paislie who was taking the lobby in. I knew she wasn’t used to this life style, but I wanted to spoil her every chance I got.
“Here ya go, Mr. Wallace. You’re on the fourth floor, room four twenty. I hope you both enjoy . . . well . . . ah . . . I mean um . . . I hope you enjoy your stay with us.”
Taking the card keys from her hand, I pulled Paislie closer to me. “Trust me, we’re going to enjoy ourselves.”
The young girl blushed as Paislie slapped me on the chest. “Malcolm!”
It didn’t take me long to get us in the elevator and up to our room. When the door opened, I swept Paislie up into my arms and carried her into the room.
“Wow, it’s beautiful in here,” she gushed.
If she thought this was beautiful, wait until she saw the cabin I rented in Colorado for our honeymoon. Adaline had picked Paislie’s brain for me about some of the places she had always wanted to visit. Colorado was one of them. She had dreamed of renting a cabin and doing nothing but relaxing and reading. I was about to make her wish come true with a two-week stay at a rustic log cabin outside of Winter Park.
Paislie walked up to the window and looked out over the city. She looked so damn beautiful, I almost hated to touch her.
My lips gently moved across her neck as she let out a soft moan. When my hands came up to unbutton her gown, goose bumps raised on her skin. I loved how my touch affected her.
“Malcolm.”
The sound of my name of
f her lips had my nerve endings tingling. I needed to feel her up against me.
Once all the buttons were undone, I held her hand as she carefully stepped out of her dress.
My cell phone went off in my pocket, but I chose to ignore it. It was either Emmit or Janet trying to figure out where we were.
My heart stopped in my chest as I looked at my wife standing before me. She was dressed in a strapless lace bra, a garter belt, and stockings. Topping it all off were the shoes I bought her for the wedding.
“My God. You’re absolutely breathtaking. I’m the luckiest man on earth.”