I love being the center of this man’s world. And even though I can’t imagine that anything could top this moment, somehow I know that our wedding night will.

Chapter Fourteen

Olivia

The dreamy little smile on my lips refuses to fade. The night has been magical. Enchanted. I felt like a princess. But instead of being rescued from a dark castle, my prince rescued me from a loveless life of monotony and work. With Noah by my side, everything is brighter.

The limousine drops us off at home. Rather than being tired from the late hour, I’m energized. As Noah unlocks our front door, I’m struck by how the meaning of this penthouse apartment has changed for me. Dad gave it to us as an early wedding gift, but we were only getting married in the legal sense, and at the time, I hadn’t even come around to that idea yet. Noah and I could barely call each other friends. The gift was an awkward shock. I was angry, scared, resentful at being forced out of my own space.

For the first couple of weeks, Noah and I tiptoed around each other like houseguests. But eventually, as we grew closer, it became a comfortable refuge where we reunited at the end of a long day and restored each other’s spirits. Now it’s our true marital home—a place where love sprouted and took root. It’s truly ours, truly shared, not just a lease that happens to have two names on it.

I’m startled out of my thoughts when Noah bends low and sweeps me off my feet—literally, with one strong arm under my knees and the other under my shoulders.

“W-what are you doing?” I squeak, throwing my arms around his neck.

He chuckles, and I can feel the vibration in his chest even through his tuxedo jacket. “Carrying you across the threshold. What does it look like, Snowflake?”

I relax slightly, no longer nervous about falling. “That was supposed to happen when we were first married.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t do it at the time. All of today is my big do-over.” His voice lowers to a sultry hum. “And that includes the wedding night we never got.”

Damn, I like the sound of that. I let him know by stretching up to kiss his stubbled jaw.

Cradling me bridal-style, Noah steps easily through the doorway as if I weigh nothing. “Anywhere else you want to go while your chariot is still at your service? Like the bedroom?”

“I thought you were always at my service,” I tease as I glance around. “Hmm, how about the couch first? We should relax a little before just jumping into things.”

Noah carries me into the living room and sets me on the couch. But before he can straighten up again, I grip his lapels and tug him down with me, into a tangle of limbs and a deep kiss that leaves us both flushed.

“What happened to taking tonight slow?” His voice is noticeably huskier.

With the mischievous grin that I learned from him, I reply, “I lied.” Then I push Noah back to sit up and swing my leg over his lap, straddling him.

He gives a quiet murmur of approval and kisses me. I return it, and our tongues dance hard and deep. I hike up the skirt of my dress so that I can grind my hips down against his growing erection. He rewards me with another rougher growl that demands more. Without breaking our kiss, I unbutton his tuxedo jacket. He shrugs it off and tosses it toward the far end of the couch, letting it land in a heap. But when I reach down to unzip his pants, Noah catches my hand.

“Wait, babe,” he says, sounding like it pains him to stop me. “Slow down; let me get a condom.” He reaches for his discarded suit jacket to grab his wallet.

Now it’s my turn to cover his hand with mine. “Actually, I was thinking we’d go without one tonight.”

I bite my lip, grinning, when he stares at me with an earnest expression in his eyes.

“Don’t fucking tease me like that, baby.” He lets out a low groan. “Did you start taking the pill or something?”

“No, I’m not on any birth control.” I know the words I spoke to him earlier tonight must be flashing through his mind with even greater clarity. “Tonight I’m ready to feel you, all of you. Just us . . . together.”

“Fuck yes, baby, that sounds so fucking perfect.”

I need him now. Working my hand into the front of his pants, I pull his cock out and stroke it while he releases a satisfied sigh.

Noah’s hands go to work, unzipping the back of my dress, and I rise to my feet and watch it puddle on the floor. As soon as I step out of the dress, I plant myself back in Noah’s warm lap, not wanting to stay away for even a second.

I trace the lettering I’m still getting used to, loving it more than I ever thought possible, and he inhales sharply at my touch.

“I can’t believe you put my name here. It’s permanent, you know?”

“So are we,” he murmurs, kissing my throat.

His fingertips trace my curves, the white silky lace of my lingerie. But I can’t wait any longer. I yank aside my panties and impale myself on him, sinking down onto his steely length with a satisfied sigh.

Noah bites his lip and moans deep in his chest, an animal sound of pure pleasure. “Holy fuck, that feels amazing.”

I have to agree with him. Something about the sensation of his hot flesh directly against mine is so gratifying, so intimate and primal. I can feel every detail of his cock inside me—the ridge where head becomes shaft, the way it twitches when I clench my inner muscles. And even if it didn’t feel any different for me, just the knowledge that his pleasure has intensified so much would be fucking hot.