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“Where are we going?”

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“To bed. You can look at the rest of the house later. Right now, I need to make love to my wife.”

As soon as they were in his room, he lowered her onto her feet. Bianca pushed away and walked around the room, admiring the eggshell walls, the plush cream carpet and the large bed that was set high off the floor. On the wall above the bed was a sunset beach scene of deep rich colors painted across a large canvas.

“That painting is gorgeous,” she said with admiration.

He swiveled his head to look at her. “The moment I saw it I thought of you.”

While she looked around at the decor and rich, new furnishings, he slipped out of his tuxedo jacket and loosened his tie. “I’ve been dying to do that all day,” he said after blowing out a long breath.

Bianca hadn’t heard a word he said. She stood at the center of the room still shaking her head with disbelief. “Baby, you okay?”

She swung around. “London, I can’t believe you did all this.

Everything is exactly the way I would have wanted it.”

He tossed his shirt over onto a cream-colored upholstered chair in front of a large picture window, then moved beside her and slipped his arm around her waist. “I’ll have to admit, I couldn’t have pulled it off without my sisters’ help.”

“I’ll have to thank them personally.”

“Later. Right now we’ve got business to attend to.” He lowered his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue inside, giving her a sample of what was yet to come. She pressed her hands to his chest and leaned into the kiss, giving as good as he gave.

“Tonight will be the first time I make love to you as my wife,”

he whispered against her lips. Calling her his wife sounded so right.

Bianca’s hand slid along the hard ridges of his abdomen down to the narrow patch of hair leading downward. She eased her hand lower still over the erection that strained against the fly of his pants.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” she asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

London’s head fell back and he let out a low groan. She smiled as she slid her hand over the full hard length of him.

“Bianca,” he whispered hoarsely as his hand closed over hers and stilled it. “Don’t.”

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She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against him and whispered, “Why not?”

“Because if you don’t stop it’s going to be over before it gets started and that is not the type of wedding night I had planned for us.” He moved her hands behind her back with one hand and unzipped her dress with the other, then watched it fall to the floor.

Bianca immediately kicked it away. His gaze turned smoldering and hot as he eyed her thong panties and the garters holding her thigh-high stockings in place. London pulled her against him.

With a wicked smile on her lips she pushed him back on the bed then climbed on top and straddled him.

Leaning forward, she pressed her breasts to his chest, then rocked gently against his erection and his grip on her hips tightened. His hot mouth grazed her throat as she whispered in his ear. “You want me?”

“You know I do,” he growled against her cheek.

London’s hands roamed her body up her back then down over her hips and back to her shoulders. His fingers twisted in the straps of her bra. He eased the straps down, leaving her breasts exposed to him. Desire flashed in his dark eyes. He bent his head to her and his tongue glided over a nipple, causing it to pebble tightly.

Her breath caught. He gave her no time to recover from his touch. His hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them gently.

His tongue flicked the other nipple and it puckered to an almost painful point.

She gasped as the pleasure built deep inside. Her fingers gripped his steel biceps. She looked down at him as he laved and sucked her taut peaks.

One hand left her breast and eased up the outer side of her thigh. He touched the exposed skin above the lacy top of her stocking and expertly unfastened the garter with a quick flick.

While doing so, his fingers grazed the damp crotch of her panties.

She flinched and London groaned loudly at her reaction. He released her nipple and allowed his tongue to run along her neck and cheek before meeting her lips.

Bianca was almost breathless. Her insides hummed. Her temples pulsed. She was hot and turned on beyond words.

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“London,” she urged, desperately needing him to touch her.

“Please.”

He kissed her again. His lips and tongue tangled with hers.

As he deepened their kiss, his finger pushed aside the material between her legs and brushed over the wet flesh.

Bianca broke the kiss and gasped. Sharp stabs of desire pierced her deep inside. Her hard nipples grazed his skin as she fought for a full, steady breath.

London stroked her until she was panting in his ear. She rose up a bit off his lap, giving him better access. He found that precious nub and rubbed it slowly, intensifying the throbbing.

Bianca closed her eyes and her lips parted slightly as a sigh of lust and longing passed through them.

Then his fingers slid inside her and she cried out, her body responding fervently to the sudden, sweet intrusion. The pressure inside her mounted to an unbearable degree as he took her to the brink. But she wanted more than this. She wanted all of him.

“Don’t you want to be inside me, London?” she asked on a labored breath.

“You know I do, baby,”

She reached for his hand, removed his fingers and unfastened his belt. She unzipped his pants and slid them below his hips. The tip of his hard penis strained above the waistband of his sexy black briefs. Her fingers skimmed over the smooth skin and he bucked beneath her touch. She pushed the briefs down, then her hand wrapped around his thick shaft.

She eased her body over the head of his cock and rubbed it against her wet flesh. London groaned. His chest rose and fell sharply with his quick breath. Bianca slowly drew him into her body, one exquisitely sensual inch at a time. His hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs teased her nipples. She took him in farther, then eased back, drawing him out of her. She repeated this motion over and over until he gave a low primal groan.

Finally, Bianca drew him completely inside her and rocked against him. When she knew they were both close, she increased the tempo, riding him hard and fast. His hands grabbed at her hips, and he pressed her down onto him as he arched upward, meeting her strokes and thrusting deeper and deeper inside her.

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“I’m going to come, baby,” he said on a harsh breath.

“Yes, London. Now!”

His hands slid to her bottom and he cupped her cheeks. He pushed himself into her and he felt her body shake just before he convulsed with an orgasm.

Moments later, a shattering climax rocked her body and she cried out. She squeezed her inner muscles tightly around him.

He desperately wanted to prolong the sensations rioting inside his body for as long as possible, because their time together would only be temporary.

Chapter 21

Bianca stared out the window of the airplane for the third time.

“London, where are we going?” she asked, burning with curiosity.

He looked up from his newspaper. “You’ll find out soon enough. Now come back over and sit down.” He chuckled silently at her persistence. He had chartered a plane to keep their honeymoon location a surprise.

Returning to her seat, Bianca gave a frustrated groan. They were on their honeymoon and she had no idea where in the world they were going. All London had allowed her to pack was a toothbrush.

“London, please tell me where we’re going.” She snatched his paper and tossed it aside then moved over to his lap. “Please,”

she whined.

He groaned. Having her that close was hazardous to his libido.

“I guess it doesn’t matter now.”

She started planting quick, persuasive kisses all along his face. “Then tell me. Where are we going?”

Turning his face, he planted a kiss on her lips, then tipped his head back and looked at her. “To Grand Turk Island, in the Turks and Caicos.”

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Her eyes grew large and round. “I’ve never been there.”

“I know.” When her brows rose, he added, “I asked Jabarie.”

Reaching up, he caressed her cheek. “I wanted to take you somewhere you’d never been before.”

“Oh, I’ve been to Jamaica and the Bahamas, but never the Turks and Caicos Islands. Oooh, how exciting!”

He laced her fingers with his, loving how small they appeared next to his. “Did you know the island is only seven square miles and has fewer than four thousand residents?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well, it’s true. And do you know what that means?”

Bianca shook her head, not following him at all. “No.”

London studied her face for a long time. “It means I get to have you all to myself.”

She gave him a smile that made his most intimate part ache.

Leaning forward, he caught her lips in a kiss that was deep and demanding. The sound of her faint little moan made his heart pound and his body hum with the anticipation of making love to her the first chance he got.

The plane landed. A driver was there waiting for them. As they drove along the island, London watched Bianca’s expressions in amusement. She was fascinated by everything she saw as she listened to the driver giving her the history of the island. London knew she would like it here. Two years ago Grand Turk had found a place in his heart. The island, known for its colorful British colonial architecture, exuded its own distinct Caribbean charm and Bianca clearly savored it as much as he did.

It wasn’t long before they pulled in front of a private Caribbean home on a cul-de-sac. Bianca found the spacious tropical home gorgeous. After a quick tour of the downstairs, she moved to the living room. Standing near a large window, she stared off at the beach paradise blessed with crystal-clear, turquoise waters and smooth white beaches.

London came behind her and pulled her to him. “You like what you see?”

She turned in his arms. “I love it! Thank you so much for bringing me here.”

“That’s what friends are for, right?”

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Her smile widened. “Right.”

“Why don’t we get changed and go spend some time on the beach?”

She frowned. “Sounds wonderful, but I don’t have anything to wear. Remember, you refused to let me pack a suitcase.”

He gave her a slow grin. “Come with me.” London took Bianca’s hand and led her up a spiral staircase to the master suite at the end of the hallway. Inside was a massive bed covered in a Caribbean-printed bedspread. The furniture was made of rich, dark woods. The oak floor was sparingly covered with mosaic-printed rugs. The blinds were open wide, displaying a large picture window and a beautiful view of the beach below.

He watched her staring outside in awe. One would think Bianca was a small-town girl who had never left Sheraton Beach.

He knew for a fact that she had visited over thirteen different countries—one for every other year of her life.

“Check out the closets.”

With an amused look, Bianca practically skipped over and slid the closet door to the left. She stared inside, then looked over at him, again with a narrowed frown. “Who do these clothes belong to?” she demanded.

Chuckling, he briefly closed his eyes before looking into her angry eyes.

“Well, I’m waiting,” she said with an impatient hand on her hip.

He walked over to her, trying to contain his amusement. “The clothes belong to my sisters. I’m sure there’s a swimsuit inside that’s never been worn.”

She looked confused and relieved at the same time. “This house belongs to your family?”

He nodded. “My sisters and I bought it about a year ago.”

“How wonderful. My parents own property in California and Florida, but nothing like this.”

London draped an arm across her shoulders. She closed her arms around him and, tipping her head back, her lips grazed his chin.

“You were jealous?” he said before she kissed him again.

“I was not,” she denied.

“Yes, you were. I think you care more about me than you want to admit.”

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She pushed away and winked. “I’m not admitting anything.

We have an agreement and I’m going to live up to my end of it.

That means enjoying everything that this year will bring without expecting anything more than it really is. Now let’s get dressed and have some fun.”

Bianca turned her back to him and looked through the closet until she found a bikini her size with the price tag still on.

His heart was pounding heavily in his chest. The attraction was so strong and he knew Bianca felt it, too. London watched her from behind as she stepped across the hall into the bathroom and shook his head.

That woman is going to be the death of me.

They spent the afternoon riding around the small town, admiring large homes and touring an old prison. Later, after a scrumptious dinner of conch and rice and peas, Bianca changed from the sundress she had been wearing into swim gear. Together they took the path leading away from the house down onto the private beach. They swam and enjoyed each other’s company while the scent of the ocean whipped around their bodies.

London couldn’t take his eyes off her in the two-piece fuchsia bikini she’d chosen. She was standing, looking out on the ocean with her back to him. His gaze traveled up the length of her shapely legs and perfect butt with male appreciation.

His wife was beautiful beyond words.

His wife.
That had a lovely ring to it. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to hearing those words. London quietly moved up behind her. Reaching around, he found the ties to her top and pulled them loose, then cupped her bare breasts with his hands.

She gasped on contact but didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned back, pressing her body against his. He massaged her breasts, flicking her nipples until she gasped with pleasure.