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this was their wedding night. She didn’t need to be a virgin to be anxious about what the night would bring.
    â€œDo you suppose they will know what we are doing?” she asked shyly.
    â€œI should hope so.” Nick grinned wickedly as he leaned over her.
    His lips were a warm, teasing breath away. Now she could do what she’d been dying to do since she’d seen him standing in the church this morning. She brushed her lace-covered lips over his and pulled away. It was a teasing touch.
    â€œYou shouldn’t say such things.” Secretly, she hoped he’d say the wickedest of things for the rest of their days.
    â€œIt’s our wedding night. It would be odd if we spent the rest of our afternoon in the company of our guests when I can think of many better ways to utilize our time.”
    â€œBut your friends are here to spend the evening in celebration with us. It makes me feel as if we are doing something wrong.”
    Nick gathered up the delicate material of the veil, finally revealing her face; though he was well aware of the wounds she carried from that night.
    His thumb traced the faint bruise near her lip and then the jagged half-healed cut along her hairline. “You have nothing to feel guilty about. The night is ours, and everyone knows that.”
    â€œAnd neither do you.” They both knew she was referring to the abuse she had suffered. It was no more her fault than his and that he felt the slightest bit of guilt bothered her so viscerally it made her heart ache for him.
    Amelia clasped her hands around his, bringing his knuckles to her mouth to press her lips against them tenderly. It was in moments like this when she could pretend there were no secrets between them.
    Nick’s hand slid over her face and held onto the back of her head as he angled her face enough that he could devour her mouth with his—though he was careful with her damaged lip. Curling his other arm around her waist, he pulled her along the length of his hard body, crushing them together. The air whooshed from her lungs, and she hadn’t realized just how desperate she was to be so close to him until this moment.
    Nick lifted the wreath of orange flowers holding the veil down while she used her free hand to pluck the pins from the edge of the delicate material. The little pieces of metal clinked against the hardwood floor one at a time.
    When the band atop her head came loose, she tried to pull it away, but it got caught in the intricate weaves that curled her hair into place.
    She laughed at the absurdity of the situation, and Nick’s mouth was suddenly absent as he spun her around, placing her back against his chest so he could carefully work the veil free from her hair.
    â€œNot one hair on this beautiful head will be hurt. I’m afraid this is no laughing matter,” he said, his fingers tugging the material loose and pulling the veil carefully from her crown.
    Her head tilted back, resting against his shoulder. “I think I would have fainted away with embarrassment, had this been our first time together.”
    â€œThankfully”—he kissed her shoulder—“we’ll have no such problem. The only revival we will require will be in the form of sustenance between orgasms.”
    Her face flushed; she couldn’t help that reaction. “Is that a promise?”
    She stood with her shoulders pressed to his chest, her breath coming in pants, her body tingling with a sense of awareness that caused that familiar ache between her thighs.
    â€œIt is.” He whispered the words against her neck. His lips slid a teasing path against the delicate skin.
    Nick slid his hands over her shoulders, his touch firm, warm, seductive. She melted against him, like liquid clinging to a dry surface, wanting to mingle and become one. Her eyes closed as his touch overwhelmed her every sense. It truly was as if nothing but the two of the existed in the world.
    Her head fell back