A Wedding in Red Creek: Rori and Jackson (The Sons of Dusty Walker Book 9) by Randi Alexander Page B

stepped inside and pushed the door shut with his elbow.
“Hang on, darlin’, it’s a long way up.”
    “Jackson, you’re not going to carry me to the third floor.”
She wiggled her feet.
    “To the third floor and right to our bed.” He started up the
steps. “You’re not getting’ away from me now, wife.”
    “Husband.” She sighed then yawned. “Maybe we should have
some coffee.”
    “Ha. No need, Rori Hughes Walker. I have a dozen things in
mind that will keep you awake all night long.”
    “Oh good, let’s break that bed in real good.”
    He had to laugh. His naughty girl.
    ****
    Rori loved being held in Jackson’s arms. The flights of
stairs didn’t leave him breathless, and he stepped into their bedroom, turning
her so she could see the room. The electronic candles they’d chosen lit
everything softly as the windows let in the white light of the moon.
    They’d chosen soft brown hardwood floors with big, thick
rugs under the bed and in the seating area. Pale walls and dark brown bedding
made the room look very modern, but they’d added big, soft leather couches and
chairs in the seating area to make it homey.
    Jackson gently set her on the bed and removed her coat,
tossing it and his hat onto a chair. “You are so beautiful right now. I’ll
never forget this moment.” He just looked for long moments, then knelt in front
of her. Lifting her foot, he peeled off the sexy red shoe she’d spent weeks
looking for, just to entice him. “And so sexy.”
    A chill ran through her and she ran her fingers over his
hair. “You look exceptionally handsome in that tuxedo. We’ll have to find some
other events where you can wear it.”
    He pulled a face. “I’m not saying no, but I want to at least
have input into those occasions.” He smiled to soften his words as he removed
her other shoe and ran his hand up the silky stocking she’d attached to the
fancy garter belt she’d ordered online. “What in the heck have you got on,
darlin’?”
    She’d chosen it just for him. Somewhat uncomfortable, but
worth it. “Help me get my dress off and you’ll see, cowboy.” Rori spun around,
letting him see the tiny buttons on the back of her dress. “One at a time, and
no cheating by ripping.”
    He chuckled. “Wouldn’t think of cheating.” With each button
opened, he pressed a kiss to her spine, until pings of heat raced up and down
her back.
    “Ah, this is interesting.” He’d gotten as far as her strapless
bra. From then on, his fingers worked faster and faster until the dress hung
from her. Standing both of them next to the bed, him behind her, he eased the
shoulders forward, catching the dress when she took her arms from the sleeves,
and setting it on a chair.
    When he turned around, she faced him in her see-through bra
and panties, a white garter belt, and flesh-colored stockings.
    “Oh, Rori.” The next sound from his mouth was a groan. In
seconds, he had his jacket, tie, and shirt off, along with his boots. “This is
going to be better than the wedding cake.”
    She started to laugh, then realized he meant to devour her.
Her body heated instantly and her nipples pebbled harder, needing his mouth on
them.
    His big chest and arms seemed to bulge with muscle as he
strode to her. Was he pumping himself up for her? Sweet cowboy. He reached her
and cupped her ass in his hands, walking her backward. He set her on the edge
of the bed and kissed her neck, his hands roaming along her shoulders, then
down to her breasts. His mouth followed, taking one nipple through the cloth
and deep into his mouth. With his other hand, he gently pinched her other
nipple.
    She jerked and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh, yes.
That’s good. Very, very good.” Somehow, her brain was sending words to her
mouth without her even thinking about them.
    He let her nipple pop from his mouth and blew on it. His
dark blue eyes stared at the hard bud, then slid up until their gazes met. “I
am going to make you so hot