“I’ve never left her overnight,” Evan blurts out.
“I know, but she knows me,” Mom says gently.
“With Sarah being there, she will feel more comfortable since she spends a lot of time with her. You two need to do this,” Carol adds.
Evan looks down at me. “McKinley?”
“She’ll be fine. She’s already used to your parents and mine. As far as appearances go, we don’t know if they are watching us. I wouldn’t put it past them.” Evan’s attorney filed a petition to have the custody case dropped. By now, Misty’s parents have been notified. We can’t slip up now.
Evan still looks unsure. I reach out and slide my hand into his. “She’ll be fine. They’ll call us if they need anything,” I reassure him.
He nods and reaches out to take Lex from his mom. “Baby girl, you’re going to have fun with the grandparents tonight. Daddy and M…Kinley are going to spend the night in a hotel. I promise we will be there bright and early to see you.” Lexi just chews on her fist and babbles, not a care in the world. He kisses her on the forehead and bends down so I can do the same.
We say the rest of our goodbyes and Mom informs us we have a change of clothes already in the room. They really did think of everything.
When we step outside the church, there is a limo waiting. Lifting my head to look at Evan, he shrugs his shoulders. I shake my head at his cheeky smile as we climb into the limo. As soon as the door closes, his lips are on mine. The kiss is…hot…wet…passionate. It’s all consuming. His lips never leave mine until the limo stops and we hear the driver announce through the speaker that we’ve reached our destination.
Chapter 45
Evan
I groan when the driver announces we’ve made it to the hotel. The last thing I want to do is stop kissing her. A few more soft pecks and I climb from the car, holding my hand out for McKinley. We make our way into the hotel and are immediately greeted. “Mr. and Mrs. Chamberlin, we’ve been expecting you. Your stay has already been taken care of. Please let us know if you need anything,” a young concierge says from behind the desk.
I nod and smile, all while pulling McKinley toward the elevator. Unfortunately, an older couple follows us in, so I have to restrain myself. “Congratulations,” the lady says.
“Thank you,” McKinley answers softly. I watch as a slight blush tints her cheeks, and I can’t fucking help it, I lean down and kiss her lips. I don’t devour her like I want to, but I needed to feel her lips against mine. The remaining floors took too long to wait.
McKinley places her hands on my chest and pushes back until my back hits the elevator wall. Instead of keeping her distance, she walks toward me and slides her arms around my waist. Her head rests on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight against me.
My wife.
The older couple seems to sense we don’t feel much like small talk and the remainder of the ride is silent. When the elevator dings at the sixth floor, all four of us exit. We turn one way and them the other. McKinley is still in my arms, where I want her, as we walk slowly down the hall.
“Room 628,” I say.
“There.” She points to the door just ahead. I hand her the key then lift her up into my arms. “What are you doing?” she laughs.
“Carrying my beautiful wife over the threshold,” I tell her.
“You’re crazy,” she laughs, and I swear I want to bottle the sound. I love hearing her happy.
She manages to get the door unlocked and I shuffle us inside. Kicking the door closed, I set her on her feet and then step forward until her back hits the door. My hands caress her cheeks, and her eyes lock on mine.
“We did it.” Her words are soft.
“We did,” I confirm as I brush a loose tendril of hair behind her ear.
“We’re married.”
“You’re my wife,” I say, needing to hear the words, needing to repeat them so I can verify this isn’t a dream. She’s opens her mouth to speak, but my lips mold to hers, cutting her off. I can’t wait any longer. I need to kiss her like I need to breathe.
Her hands find their way around my neck, pulling me close. Mine, which were cupping her face, are now on a mission to roam every single fucking inch of her body. Her bare shoulders are soft against the skin of my rough hands as I trace circles on the delicate skin of her back until my hand reaches her dress. Her wedding dress, which I wanted to memorize her wearing just hours ago, is now in my way. I want to remember what it looks like lying on the floor of this hotel room. My mind is working overtime to remember every fucking second of this day. I never want to forget.
“Need you out of this dress, baby,” I say in between kisses. I don’t give her time to answer before my lips are back on hers. I find the zipper and gently pull until I reach the stopping point. Stepping back, I give her my hand. “Step out.” She does, and I lift her dress, tossing it across the room, then turn my attention back to McKinley.
Un-fucking-believable.
Standing before me is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Her tan skin is a contrast to the barely there white thong. That’s it. That’s all she’s wearing. If I had known…let’s just say our little “reception” would have been a hell of a lot shorter.
“Fuck,” falls from my lips.
“Surprise.” She smiles. “I couldn’t get the bra to work, so I just went without,” she shrugs.
I can’t take my eyes off her—the way her hair falls over her bare shoulder, the swell of her breasts as her tight nipples point toward me, begging for my attention. Then there’s the thong, if you can call it that. It’s a thin scrap of white material that leaves nothing to the imagination. That’s the thing about white clothing, when it’s wet you can see through it.
I can see all of her.
My eyes travel over every delectable inch. When I reach her red, swollen lips, I step forward and kiss her, my tongue gliding past her lips. Her hands tighten in my hair and I’m suddenly not close enough. My hands find her ass, gripping tight as I lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist and my cock settles against her wet, barely there thong. I’m still fully clothed, but I can feel her heat. I want inside of her so damn bad.
“Evan,” she mumbles against my lips.
Tearing my lips from our kiss, I rest my forehead against hers. “Yeah, babe?”
“Can we…?” She stops. That’s not going to work for me.
“Can we what?” My eyes are closed as I focus on the sound of her rapid breaths in sync with my own.
“It’s just…” She stops again.
Lifting my head, I see her eyes are also closed. “McKinley, look at me.” She shakes her head no. “Please?” I kiss the tip of her nose. Her eyes flutter open. “Tell me,” I say softly.
“We’re married now, so it’s not wrong,” she blurts out.
“What’s not wrong, babe?” I watch as she bites her bottom lip. “McKinley, you can ask me anything,” I say gently. I mean every fucking word. No matter what it is, I would try like hell to give it to her.
“Will you make love to me?”