He cupped her face in his hands and gave her a lingering kiss that silenced anymore of her comebacks. When he pulled away, she smiled at him. “Keep kissing me like that, and I might decide to wait even longer for a baby. You’ll make me want you, your lips, and your dick all to myself for as long as possible.”
“And here I thought my kisses might get you in the mood for baby-making,” Pesh mused.
Megan laughed. “Either way, it’s a win-win situation. So bring it on, Nadeen. Bring. It. On.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Although her stomach screamed in protest to drop her fork, Megan couldn’t resist popping in the last bite of delicious crepe into her mouth. As she chewed, she closed her eyes at the delicious combination of chocolate and strawberries danced along her taste buds. “Good?” a voice asked from across the table.
Her eyelids popped open to take in Pesh, her new husband of three days. He wore an amused smile as he held his cappuccino cup in midair. “Orgasmically good,” she replied.
He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re enjoying them.”
“I’m going to gain ten pounds while we’re here,” she replied. As she dabbed her mouth with her napkin, she sighed with absolute contentment. Gazing around the tiny Parisian café, she fought the urge to pinch herself. Was she actually in Paris on her honeymoon? When Pesh had asked her where she wanted to go, there was only one place. Although it was somewhat clichéd for a honeymoon destination, she had always wanted to see the city. And because she was marrying a man who loved to spoil her, Pesh had booked them for a week’s stay at the Hotel Plaza Athenee. Not only had he chosen the hotel for its gorgeous views of the Eiffel Tower, but it was also where Carrie Bradshaw stayed when she was in Paris. It seems Pesh completely understood Megan’s love for Sex and the City.
Their first day in the city had been spent in their hotel room. A combination of jetlag and lust had kept them na**d and in bed, stopping only for room service and showers. Today they had pried themselves away from the room to go sightseeing.
“Are you ready to go back to the hotel?” Pesh asked.
“Maybe.” With a teasing grin, she asked, “Are you tired and want to rest?”
Desire pooled in Pesh’s dark eyes. “No, I don’t want to rest. I want you to model what you bought this afternoon.”
Her gaze left his to go down to the pink and black bag at her feet. Part of their sightseeing had turned into shopping, in which she bought some very racy lingerie. Although she was enjoying her day out in the city, she was also itching to put on the outfit and get back in bed with Pesh. “Then let’s go,” she said.
Pesh certainly didn’t need any more convincing. Digging in his pocket, he took out his wallet and threw a wad of euros on the table. Then he popped out of seat like a jack-in-the-box. She had to snatch up her purse and bag to keep up with him before he sprinted out the door and into the sunshine.
As she passed the colorful flowers in bloom outside the café, they transported her back to her wedding. It had been a perfect, cloudless day when she stood with Pesh in the rose garden at her Papa’s house. To her, he had never looked more handsome than in his black tux that fit his built frame like a second skin.
Since she was the master of party planning, Megan had enlisted Emma’s help in getting the quickie wedding done. Even with newborn Caroline to tend to, Emma had gone above and beyond any expectations Megan had. Tears had stung her eyes when she first caught sight of the garden as she, on her father’s arm, made her way from the house to the ceremony.
White chairs draped with blue silk bunting lined the garden in rows while a tent had been erected to the side of the makeshift altar. Next to the chairs, votive candles lit the way up the aisle that was adorned in multicolored rose petals. Emma, Casey, and two of her best friends from childhood stood at the altar in their cornflower blue bridesmaid dresses. Pesh, along with his brothers and Aidan, wore blue vests with their tuxes. A string quartet struck up the bridal march to herald her arrival.
She would never, ever forget the feeling of walking up the aisle to Pesh. His loving gaze took her in, and she felt like the princess she had always wanted to be on her wedding day. Her dress was almost like what a Disney Princess might wear—a long train, a full ball gown, a bodice encrusted with pearls and sequins, and then a glittering tiara holding her veil in place.
The entire world seemed to evaporate when Pesh took her hand in his. He was her only focus. She barely heard the words the priest spoke or the lyrics of the song that Emma sang. She just stared at her soon-to-be husband—the man who made her believe in romance and true love.
She was so lost in thoughts of her wedding day that she accidentally mowed into a woman. “Excuse me,” she apologized.
The woman scowled at her while cursing at Megan in French. Well, Megan imagined it was cursing since she didn’t speak French.
“Where is that head of yours?” Pesh asked, with a smile.
“Thinking of our wedding day,” she replied.
His smile grew broader at her response, and in the middle of a crowded street, he stopped to kiss her. While it was somewhat chaste and full of more love than lust, it did hold a promise of what was to come later on. He ended it far sooner than she would like. “Let’s hurry,” he replied.
She giggled before breaking into a slight run towards the hotel. He followed her example. By the time they pushed through the revolving doors into the lobby, they were both breathless. Like two mischievous kids, they raced to the elevators. Once inside, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately until the door dinged open. They pulled apart long enough to get down the hall and into their suite.
When the door closed behind them, Pesh pulled her to him, bestowing a lingering kiss on her lips. As he ravaged her mouth, his tongue darted inside to tease along hers. When she felt his evident desire poking into her stomach, she broke the kiss. At his groan, she shook her head. “Not yet. I have to get dressed.”
“Next time,” he muttered.
Pushing out of his arms, she grinned up at him. “I’ll be back in just a second. You get ready.”
“Oh, I’ll be ready. That’s a promise.”
She laughed and then practically skipped into the bathroom. Once she closed and locked the door, she sat the bag down and dug inside. After she decided what to wear, she laid them out on the counter, and then started taking off her clothes.
When she was naked, she reached for the lingerie. The tight bodice was solid black with pink ribbons that wove through making intricate designs. It pushed her br**sts up and over the cups, making her appear to have far more cle**age than she was blessed with. The black and pink panties were lace and practically see through. On her legs, she slid black silk stockings that had pink bows at the tops of her thighs. As she fluffed out her hair, she couldn’t help gazing in the mirror. She looked quite the sexpot, which she hoped pleased Pesh. Well, she knew it would please Pesh. The man was ravenous for her, something for which she was very thankful. Not quite the polite gentleman she had expected when she first met him, that was for sure.