Almost Paradise (Sinners on Tour Book 8) Read Free Page B

but the kiss he offered as he bent to taste her lips was all gentle and filled with tender care. He shifted her hips off the edge of the paper-covered vinyl chair and pulled her onto him so deep. Her head fell back and she moaned.
    Their bodies moved together, caught in a sensual rhythm that built in intensity until Eric’s face contorted and he shuddered, drawing her tight against him. Eventually, his breathing slowed and the thud of his heart against her shoulder calmed.
    “I love you, wife,” he said, kissing her cheek, her nose, her forehead, her jaw, her ear.
    “I know the feeling.” She squirmed away just enough to look up into his face. She didn’t want to give up the deep union of their bodies just yet. “Husband.”
    “Are you sure you want to go on a road trip for our honeymoon?” he asked, rocking his hips slightly, intensifying the feel of that coveted connection between them. “What if the sudden need to be buried inside you overcomes me while we’re in the middle of nowhere? We both know the Corvette doesn’t have enough room for fucking.”
    “You’ll just have to—” Her breath caught as he shifted her back onto the chair edge and slowly withdrew. He didn’t pull out completely, though. Instead, he slid into her again, so slowly it robbed her of the ability to speak. After a moment, she collected her thoughts enough to finish her sentence. “You’ll just have to wait until we find a hotel.”
    He brushed her hair from her heated cheeks and urged her head back so she’d look at him. “You know I won’t be able to wait. Not with you sitting beside me all day.”
    “I’ll figure out a solution to your road-trip horniness.”
    He grinned at her and nibbled on her lip. “Will it involve my cock in your mouth?”
    She chuckled. “You know I’m more creative than that. Besides, I’ll be just as turned on by that solution as you are. I’m not giving you three blow jobs a day if you don’t reciprocate.”
    “Only three?” He shook his head. “I was told I’d get less sex after marriage, but not in the newlywed stage.”
    She slapped his ass. “I’m not sure how you can think well enough to talk right now,” she said. “Maybe you don’t find me attractive now that I’m legally yours.”
    “And that’s why I forced my old pal Butch to close up shop in the middle of giving you a tattoo.” His sarcasm was so thick he should have choked on it. “We’re going to have to lock ourselves in a cushy hotel room on some tropical island and do nothing but fuck for the next two weeks. I can’t be expected to function without a real honeymoon.”
    But going to a tropical paradise instead of Maine would totally ruin her surprise. She needed to get him to Bangor not for the where or even the when, but because of at least two whos. Rebekah wasn’t sure Eric would agree to meet members of his lost family if he knew she’d found them. She figured it was best to get him in their general location and then tell him about her discovery. Then he couldn’t use the excuse of distance to refuse to meet them. But maybe she could compromise on this honeymoon thing. She did want him to be deliriously happy. And two weeks of alone time was guaranteed to keep smiles on both their faces.
    “How about we catch a flight from Bangor and then spend a week in Tahiti? We can have the car shipped back.”
    “So drive to Bangor first and then fly south to thaw out my frozen ass?”
    “Oh, baby,” she purred, massaging his smooth ass with both hands. “You know I’d never let your ass freeze.”
    “I’m in,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. “You’d better make these surprises worth my while.”
    “Or you’ll what?” she challenged, though she was sure he’d be delighted with the trip she had planned. It was their final destination that worried her. She couldn’t predict how he’d react to meeting his grandparents. He wouldn’t file for a divorce, would he?
    “I’ll withhold dick from you