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'Okay, so I lied about the Tack room but hey, it might draw a few customers.'
'What sort of hotel are you running here?'
'I resent what you're implying, lady.'
To his surprise, the mischief had returned to her eyes as she quirked an eyebrow. 'It's wife to you now.'
Just like that, it hit him all over again.
They were married.
It was their wedding night.
And no amount of kidding around would douse his driving need to consummate this marriage.
Business might be the motivator behind their nuptials, but his unquenchable desire to have Britt in his arms again was a definite bonus.
Taking a step closer, he ran a fingertip down her arm, delighting in the slight tremor, proving she wasn't as immune to him as she'd like him to believe.
'Wife…I like the sound of that.'
'In name only, of course.'
Her biting response might’ve been edgy but she didn't move when his finger continued its leisurely exploration, reaching her shoulder, skimming along her collarbone, resting in the hollow where her pulse beat frantically.
'Of course,' he said, ducking his head to replace his finger with his lips, turned on by her low moan and the way her head fell back to give him better access.
Her skin tasted better than he remembered, deliciously sweet with a hint of vanilla, and it took every inch of his rapidly dwindling willpower not to devour her on the spot.
'This isn't supposed to happen,' she murmured as his lips trailed upwards, nuzzling behind her ear, nipping the lobe, before swooping on her mouth in a fiery kiss that branded her as his.
Raging need exploded as her tongue touched his, the same overpowering, overwhelming need that had driven him to possess her years earlier. Nothing had changed, absolutely nothing. He was still the same star-struck guy helplessly under her spell.
The realisation should've angered him, because he was nothing like the blue-collar farm boy he'd once been. But he didn't give a damn that she had him as ready and raring for her as he'd been as a horny eighteen-year-old.
Wrenching his mouth from hers and dragging in a breath, he captured her face in his hands, noting the swollen lips, the rosy cheeks, the eyes midnight-blue with passion. His libido roared.
'You know something? This was meant to happen from the first moment you came back.'
To her credit, she didn't look away, didn't take a step back. 'You're wrong. Nothing has gone to plan since I returned.'
The flicker of pain in her eyes hit him hard and he lowered his hands, giving her space, and she took it, putting enough distance between them for him to feel the loss.
'Tell me you don't want to consummate this marriage as much as I do.'
He said it as a challenge, knowing the firebrand she used to be would never back down from it.
However, the forlorn bride in an elegant dress staring wistfully out the window was a far cry from the feisty girl he'd known and the thought that he'd made her this unhappy was a kick in the guts.
And the wake-up call he needed.
'Forget it. I'm going out for a while. I'll be back later.'
Failure didn't sit well with him, never had, and, hating how he'd botched this, he wrenched open the door.
'Nick, wait.’
But he didn't.
