her too well.
She released a relieved sigh when Scott wisely dropped the subject. She just needed a little more time to get her bearings. She had thought this would be easy, but when she had seen him, her well-planned announcement just hadn’t seemed right. The soft piano introduction to a song played on the stereo.
Scott cleared his throat and then held out his hand for his wife. “My beautiful bride, may I have the pleasure of this dance?”
She reached instinctively for his outstretched hand. He held her against his chest. Her head was resting comfortably against his shoulder as they began to sway to the slow and sensual sound of the music. He grinned.
Bree closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of her husband’s arms wrapped around her. She was happy for the first time in several years, and she wished this feeling could last forever. Scott would never hurt her. She had never felt this safe and protected in a man’s arms before. She sang along to the music, the sound of her lilting soprano voice filling the room.
Scott smiled as he pressed her tighter against his chest. He gently kissed the top of her head. “Just in case I haven’t told you, Red,” he whispered into her ear, “you look ravishing, my love.”
She giggled, pausing to press her knee gently against a particular part of his anatomy before they continued dancing in circles around the living room. “I don’t want to look ravishing,” she confessed with a naughty grin. Her fingertips danced down the expanse of his chiseled chest as she leaned over to whisper into his ear, “I want to be ravished.”
He raised his eyebrows, his gaze wicked as it raked over her. “I think I can manage that, my darling.” He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, dangling her upside down as he carried her into their bedroom and tossed her in a playful manner onto their king-sized bed. As she stood up, he grabbed her hands, forcing them behind her back as he pressed himself against her for a lengthy kiss.
She laughed flirtatiously as she pulled her hands out of his grasp and pushed them against his chest. “Not without eating first, my love. I don’t know about you, but I need my strength!”
“Wuss!” he called after her with a chuckle as she pulled away from his grasp. Bree laughed as she stepped backward, just out of his reach. She had almost made it to the safety of the kitchen when his strong arms encircled her slender waist.
He shook his dark head with amusement. His hands had snaked around her frame, and he was now spinning her around in circles, her feet dangling off the floor. Her long auburn hair was down in all its glory, flying in all directions, and she looked breathtakingly beautiful.
Bree threw her head back in reckless abandon as her husband twirled her around and around in circles. Her cheeks were tinged pink with pleasure as she threw her arms tightly around Scott’s neck, instinctively seeking his protection. She chuckled as she placed her head onto his shoulder, and he slowly stopped spinning her.
“Ooh,” she whispered as she was released from his grasp, “I feel a little lightheaded.”
He locked his arms around her waist and pressed her against him, his mouth coming down to meet hers. His hot breath caressed her cheek as he teased her, placing soft kisses along the length of her cheek. His kisses moved downward, to the corner of her mouth.
She released a frustrated groan as she forcefully grabbed the sides of his face and pressed her mouth against his. Her fingertips traced his jawline before running through his hair, tugging playfully on the dark locks. Bree reached for the satin tie knotted around her waist. She peered up at him, her expression coy as she slowly loosened the knot and allowed her red satin robe to gape open. Scott goggled as she lowered the material so it draped seductively off her ivory shoulders, revealing a glimpse of her perfectly proportioned breasts. She released her hold on the delicate