Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) by Crystal Kaswell

over. I think it's Drew, but it's hard to say with the way Miles is staring at me.
    The officiant turns to Miles. "Miles Webb, do you take this woman to be your wife?"
    Miles looks at me. One hand goes to the palm of my left hand. The other slides the ring onto my ring finger. "I do."
    The officiant hands me Miles's wedding band. "Megara Smart, do you take this man to be your husband?"
    I slide the ring onto Miles's left ring finger. "I do."
    "Then, by the power invested in me by the glorious state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss," he says.
    Miles leans in and presses his lips to mine. His hands go to my hips. His tongue slides into my mouth. I don't care that our friends and family are watching.
    I kiss him like the ship is going down.
    It is our first kiss as a married couple.
    I need to make it count.

Chapter Thirteen
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    M egara
    The reception is a blur of congratulations, dancing, and cake. It's beautiful and romantic. Hell, it's downright magical.
    We don't stumble into our limo until midnight. We have another four days in Vegas before we fly to the Caribbean.
    I'm not planning on seeing much more of the city.
    Miles sits on the bench seat next to me and takes my hand. I study the way my silver wedding band looks on my hand as it intertwines with his.
    Miles turns my palm to look at the back of my hand. "Your engagement ring."
    I hold out my right hand. "The wedding ring is supposed to be closer to my heart."
    Slowly, he takes the engagement ring and slides it onto my left hand. The softness of the gesture melts my heart.
    He drags his fingertips over the back of my hand and over my wrist. He says nothing, just meets my gaze with those gorgeous blue eyes of his.
    I lean in to press my lips to his. The kiss is soft. He tastes like chocolate and sugar, like the cake that compromised the majority of my dinner.
    Can't say that I'm hungry. Not for food.
    I'm kissing my husband.
    Damn, I wonder how long it takes for the novelty of that to wear off. It's not happening tonight. I'm sure of that.
    I do my best to slide into Miles's lap. The dress makes it difficult. On my third try, I get halfway there. My legs hang off his knees. Our bodies form a forty-five-degree angle.
    My hands go to his collar. He looks so nice in his suit and tie. I hate to ruin such fine attire, but I've had enough of him wearing clothes. I need him naked.
    I fumble over the knot of the tie. Fuck, this is difficult. I have to break the kiss to focus on it.
    Miles takes my hands and places them on his shoulders. "We'll be at the hotel in two minutes."
    "Too long." I press my lips into his.
    He tugs at my dress with the same need. He's just as ineffective.
    I laugh as he mutters a curse.
    Between the long-line bra and the steel-boned bodice, I can't feel anything that happens over the dress. I thrust my chest into his hands so he can run his fingers over my bare skin.
    His hand settles on my tattoo.
    He draws the words on my skin.
    Be Brave, Love .
    I am. I really am.
    I'm breathless and needy when the limo stops. I push off Miles and collect my dress. He adjusts his tie and repositions his slacks. It does little to hide the erection that's straining against the fabric.
    My husband's erection.
    It's so romantic.
    The trip out of the limo and through the lobby feels like an eternity. Everyone who passes offers their congratulations. I must say three dozen thank yous before we finally get to the elevator.
    Miles pulls a keycard from his slacks. "We have a corner suite."
    I nod, only vaguely interested in anything other than the bed in our hotel room.
    He pulls me into the elevator and slides our key into the slot.
    The carriage takes the floor info from the key. Its doors shut, and it rises.
    We're alone.
    "The suite has a Jacuzzi." He slides his hands around my waist and pins me to the elevator wall. "Two couches. Two beds. A balcony." He presses his lips to my neck. "Four days is barely enough time to