“You have me. I’m all yours for the rest of our lives.” He shifted, ever so slightly, and her dress dropped into a pool of silk at their feet. Nick helped her to step out of it but kept her back to him, pressing his arousal against her bottom. “Oh my God, are those garters?”

Enjoying the choked tone of his voice, Sam smiled, raised her arm and linked it around his neck. “Uh huh.”

“Have I ever mentioned that as far as I’m concerned there’s nothing sexier than garters?” He took advantage of the opportunity to slide his fingers into the top of the bustier to toy with her nipple.

“I don’t think you have,” she managed to say as her legs went weak.

He tightened the arm he had around her waist. “I’ve got you,” he whispered.

Sam closed her eyes and floated on a sea of sensation as his lips and fingers set her afire. She hadn’t expected marriage to change much of anything between them. She hadn’t expected their loving to be any hotter than it had been before. As he kissed and caressed her, she realized she’d been wrong on both counts. Everything had changed, and she wanted him more than she ever had before.

As if he’d read her mind, he scooped her up and carried her through the doorway to the bedroom where more candles awaited them. He deposited her gently on the bed, and stood back to slide the shirt from his shoulders. His undershirt followed as his gaze took a lazy journey from her feet to her breasts.

Raised up on elbows, Sam watched him, feasting her eyes on his muscular chest and arms.

“See something you like?” he asked with the grin that melted her.

“I like everything about you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Everything?”

Reaching out to him, she said, “Everything. Some things more than others.”

“Like what?” he asked as he took her hand and stretched out next to her.

Sam caressed his chest, which was covered with just the right amount of soft dark hair. One finger followed the trail that led into his pants. “I love your chest.”

He released a long deep breath and shifted to his back.

Sam moved so she was over him, her lips following the path her finger had taken. “And your belly.” It quivered under her lips. Encouraged, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

“Sam…”

She looked up to find his eyes closed and his face tight with tension that she planned to relieve in the way she knew he loved best. Pushing his clothes out of the way, she wrapped her hand around his erection and touched her tongue to the tip.

His fingers burrowed into her hair, holding her right where he wanted her most. “Babe,” he moaned.