There was a vacuum noise and then Austin headed to a small silver door on the cabinet. He opened it and cold vapors spilled out. He expertly popped the cork on the bottle and then covered the foaming eruption with his lips.

After he had it under control, he tipped the bottle backward and took a few swigs. He crossed the room to me and continued, “But, we’ve both been brides enough times now I think we warrant more than a few wedding gifts.”

His eyes twinkled at me. He held the bottle up and gently poured a few sips into my mouth, watching the action with carnal eyes. “You’re good at that.”

I covered my mouth as he pulled the bottle away.

“I can’t believe I get to have you back.” I was still a little bit scared that I was dreaming the whole thing.

He set the bottle down and properly held me. “Always. I love you, Taylor.”

Austin leaned forward and put his hand on my head, rubbing his thumb on my cheek while he kissed me. Between nips, he added his tongue and then pulled me even closer against his body.

I could wait no longer and started to pull at his clothes.

“Wait, first.” Austin twirled me so my back was against his chest. He undressed me quickly and covered any new exposed skin with caresses or nips, depending how close it was to his mouth.

I could see our reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows that formed the expansive view. When I was naked, he twirled me back. He was taking deep, labored breaths.

“Is this okay? Are you okay with this?”

Permission, always. I never expected anything else from his safe aura.

“I love you, Austin Burathon. Always have. Always will.”

The carnal look softened as I watched my words touch him. “Kitten.”

He stopped for a second and took me in. “I want to remember this moment.”

I blew him a kiss from where I stood. He approached, touching my hips and then putting me on the dining room table. “And I want to remember how you taste, too.”

I leaned back, lying spread for him. He disappeared for a moment and then was back, icy cold champagne bottle in hand.

“May I drink you?”

I laughed. “Yes.”

Austin poured a little bit of champagne into my navel and then used his tongue and mouth to clean me up. My skin thrummed with his touch.

I had never wanted anything so much. He loved me. Austin loved me. And even though I thought I might be off the wall for waiting for him, it was true. He loved me.

The champagne trickle moved lower. First, my inner thighs, the top of his head grazing where I needed him most. Then he moved to my center, pouring and lapping me up. My spine arched and he set the bottle down so he could use both hands.