“Ax, be nice!” Amy called, laughter lacing her voice.
I opened the door with a gruff word on my lips. The bellhop held our luggage in both hands, a terrified smile pasted on his face.
“Leave it.” I grumbled then slipped him two hundred dollars. “Please.”
“Uh…” He dropped the luggage, nodded, and walked backwards towards the elevator. I wasn’t going to shoot him; then again, he didn’t know that.
I was in no state to have a conversation.
The door clicked softly behind me.
I leaned my hands against it, bracing myself for more Amy, because that’s what I had to do. I had to brace myself, prepare my body for her attack, prepare my mind for what she did to me.
Finally after a few deep breaths, I turned, to find her sitting at the table.
The one set up with Chinese food.
“For me?” she whispered, her hands lingering over the chopsticks. “You did this for me?”
Slowly, I walked towards her. “I figured it was the best way to start our marriage… the same way we started our friendship.”
“Over Chinese?”
I licked my lips to keep from tasting hers. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“You hate Chinese.”
“But I love you.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe what?”
“This.” She lifted her hands to the room then pointed at me. “You… our life now… I feel like I’m going to wake up and it’s going to be a dream.”
“Married to the mob? A dream?” I joked. “Nah, that’s reality.”
She burst out laughing. “Okay, fine, so that wasn’t my dream as a little girl.”
“And as a woman?”
She stood, and sauntered towards me. “As a woman, I’m really, really curious where my mobster hides his gun.” Her hands moved to my sides then achingly down the front of my shirt. “Hmm, not here.”
“Nope.” I breathed.
Amy tilted her head and moved her hands around my back and then down my ass. “Not here either.”
Every muscle tightened with excitement, awareness as her hands slid towards the front of my pants and slowly untucked my button-down shirt. When her knuckles grazed my skin my hips bucked like I’d been singed.
“Am I getting hotter?”
“So hot.” I ground my teeth together as her fingers undid the button to my pants and then tugged the material down. I closed my eyes, praying for patience as cold air hit my skin.
And then her hands were on me again, reaching for my boxers. Yeah this wasn’t going to end well, me with my pants down in front of Chinese food while she searched for my gun.
With a hoarse laugh I gripped her wrists and pulled her against me. “My turn.”
“W-what?”
“It’s only fair…” I shrugged. “You strip search me I strip search you.”
“Is that so?” She leered.
“Yup.” I nipped her lips with mine then kissed her softly. “So spread ‘em. I’m going to be very… thorough.”
“I bet you are.”
“Stand still.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I like that, the sir, now I know why Nixon likes it, does kinda get a man excited.”
“Let’s not invite the boss into our wedding night conversations.”
“Done.” I winked and stepped out of my pants. I was wearing my open shirt, button-less mind you, and black boxer briefs. My state of undress left nothing to the imagination. I was a bit worried it would scare Amy away. Instead, she watched me with rapt attention.
“Like what you see?” I arched my eyebrows.
“I don’t see much…” She licked her top lip. “Yet.”
“Tease.”
“Are you searching me, or can I continue?” she challenged.
“Stand still.” I exhaled in an impatient tone then started walking in a slow circle around her. I lifted my hand to her neck, pushing her hair out of the way. She trembled in response. “Hmm, I think I’m going to enjoy this search… very much.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Amy
HIS BREATH WAS hot on my neck as he walked a slow circle around me then stopped. His nose tickled the back of my head as he pushed my hair to one side then ran his rough hands over my shoulders, tugging my dress down my arms. It was tight enough that it didn’t fall.
“Hmm.” Ax drew slow circles with his fingertips down the center of my back until he hit the sensitive area where I’d gotten my tattoo done. “I like my name on you.”
I shivered.
“Maybe like isn’t a strong enough word.” His fingers tickled around the flesh and then moved back up my arms, tugging at my dress a little harder. “Love. I love my name on your body.”
Ax’s fingertips danced across my arms and moved to my collarbone as he moved back around to face me. “I’m going to need you to do something for me.”
His eyes were dark, his mouth wet, like he’d been running his tongue along his lips imagining mine rather than his.
“What?” A breathless whimper escaped me as his sensual smile nearly knocked me over.
He tilted his head and leaned in, his wet lips touching the outside of my ear. “I’m going to need you to spread.”
“Wh-what?”
“A proper search.” He laughed softly. “I want to be thorough. You are my wife… after all. Don’t want you hiding any… weapons.”
With a jerk he kicked my feet apart. The fabric around my thighs gave way, ripping all the way up to my hips.
He knelt in front of me. All muscle and elegant grace. He slipped off my heels and then ran his hands up my calves, then my thighs. His eyes glimmered with heat as his hands finally braced my hips and then finished the rip of my dress all the way up the sides of my body.
The dress fell to the floor next to my feet.
Ax’s gaze traveled from my legs up… he shook his head. “Not good enough.”
I had the sudden urge to cover my naked body.
“Searching.” He gripped my hips tighter. “Not good enough.” He bestowed a kiss on one hip and then the other then slowly grazed my body with his as he stood. “Bedroom. Now.”
“Right now?” I squeaked feeling unsure about my body, about him, about what we were about to do.
“Stop thinking…” Ax’s mouth met mine tenderly. “And let me love you.”