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Chapters (20)
  1. Cover
  2. Letter to Reader
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. Invitation
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. About the Author
  20. Copyright

“Let’s go to bed,” he said. At the top of the stairs he held up a finger to tell her to wait a second while he looked in on Scotty. “Slept through the whole thing,” Nick whispered when he rejoined her.

“Lock the door,” Sam said. “Just in case.”

“Good idea.” Nick turned the lock on the door before he unzipped her sweatshirt and helped her out of the pajamas she’d worn to sleep with her sisters. After he stripped off the T-shirt and gym shorts he’d probably pulled on after his guy called about the altercation in the street he followed her into bed.

Sam snuggled in close to him and released a long sigh. Nothing was better than this.

With his hand cupping her face, he kissed her.

She wound her arms around his neck and gave into the wave of desire that overtook her.

His kiss was urgent and ravenous. After a long while, he broke the kiss and shifted his attention to her neck. “Why do people keep trying to take you away from me?”

His softly spoken words went straight to her heart. “It’ll take much more than a lunatic with a nine millimeter to take me away from you.”

He cupped her breast and teased her nipple with his tongue. “I was expecting you to be pissed that I had a guy watching him.”

“I probably should be, but since he saved my ass tonight, I’ll give you a pass on this one.”

Nick sucked her nipple into his mouth, and Sam cried out.

“Shhh,” he said. “Don’t forget we’ve got company.”

“If I have to be quiet, don’t do that.”

He chuckled softly, and gave her other breast the same attention.

Sam bit her lip to hold back the urge to cry out. He knew exactly what she liked best and never failed to give it to her. Running her fingers through his silky dark hair, she arched into him, begging for more. “I thought we were going to wait,” she said, breathless with wanting him.

“It is our wedding day,” he reminded her, nodding to the bedside clock.

“We’ll be a couple of wrecks at the wedding.”

“No, we won’t,” he said, kissing his way to her lips. “We’re young and hardy, and we’ve survived sleepless nights before.”

“True.” Sam wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him into another carnal kiss. “I’ve missed this.”

“Mmm. Me, too. So much.”

“We’re getting married today.”

He smiled down at her. “So I’ve heard. Are you ready?”

“Never been more ready for anything. You?”