“I thought we were saving the private villa with champagne and strawberries for later, but if you want to skip the reception and go do that, I don't mind,” he teases. I give him a gentle push, and he laughs.
We take the necessary photographs--the ones that I will treasure for years--while the rest of the guests head to the yacht for the reception. Noah let me see it yesterday, and it is a floating ballroom and restaurant. I am excited to celebrate. My face hurts from smiling, but I can't stop. This day is perfect.
Onboard the yacht, the party is getting started. The DJ announces the wedding party, and then for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Noah and Isabel Black. I like the way that sounds.
We enter the room to the sound of applause. I look at everyone who has come to celebrate with us. We take our time and walk around to the various tables. My mother hugs Noah as my father congratulates us. Lucas and Jake grin mischievously from across the table. I wonder if it was a good idea for the two of them to meet.
Jack and his fiancée Emma congratulate us. Logan, Robbie, and Evan all shake Noah's hand and make him laugh. Jack asks if he can get a Naughty Shirley Temple later.
When he sees I haven't noticed it yet, Noah points me toward the center of the room where the food is. I gasp. The centerpiece is a giant sandcastle. It is an almost perfect replica of the one we built so long ago. It's beautiful. I step closer and realize that there is more to it than just the towers and seashells, though. The moat is shallow and filled with some sort of glass to make it look like water. Swimming through the glass are sharks made of sand. Lemon sharks.
I laugh in delight, and Noah's face splits into a wide grin.
“You like it? I used pictures I took of our castle and then had the sharks made special for you,” he says. I didn't know he also had pictures, and that warms my heart. He runs his hand through his hair, tousling his dark locks. I like his hair better this way. It suits him.
“I love it. Sharks and sandcastles.” I kiss him on the cheek. “It's perfect.”
“You're perfect,” he says, putting his hand on my cheek.
“We're perfect,” I correct him. He nods and brings his lips to mine. We kiss in front of our sandcastle, and I see the flash from the photographer's camera. I'm glad this picture will be mine forever. We are in love, and now we have a picture to hang in our home of sandcastle kisses.
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Hurricane Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story
Olivia Statler hates Logan Hayes. It's not the fact that he's an executive of a rival travel company, or the fact that he's trying to buy her company, or even the fact that he won't leave her alone. Two years ago, the two of them seemed to have something that was amazing and real, but Logan's ego got in the way.
When a new resort offers her an all-expense-paid trip to woo new clients, she figures that a working vacation is just what she needs. As the youngest CEO in the travel business, she's honored and flattered. However, she isn't the only executive that the resort invited. When Olivia sees the broad shoulders and blonde hair of Logan Hayes, her heart races. Half of it is raw sexual attraction, half of it is anger at what he did to her.
Logan is determined to reignite their past spark, but Olivia does everything possible to avoid him. However, a hurricane strikes and traps them on the island, making it impossible to ignore the changed man in front of her. Only a storm as powerful as their passion will show them love or hate. Can romance survive the storm – or will their hurricane kisses be swept away forever?
“Everything you hate was done by my father. I don't want your company.” His brown eyes were flames, and my soul was the moth. I couldn't have escaped from his gaze if I had been blinded. He moved close enough that those eyes were all I could see. “I want you.”
I blinked twice. That was not what I was expecting. His words startled and excited me, but before my brain could analyze and process them, his hand was around the back of my neck and his lips were on mine.
His mouth was hot and insistent as he pressed it against mine. I fought for a moment, but his grip was too strong and his kiss too sweet. It was a kiss I had craved for two years and had tried to convince myself I could do without. I wanted to give in to him completely, but I was still too angry to budge even an inch. Instead, I just stood there like a statue as he kissed me. I was furious and turned on beyond anything I could imagine. After a moment, he pulled back and searched my face.
“What was that for?” I surprised myself with the amount of venom in my voice. His kiss had sent want scorching down into the very marrow of my bones, but I needed someone to be angry with, and he was the closest person. He had hurt me. His eyebrows came together above those beautiful eyes. Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him.
Without thinking, I put my hand on the back of his neck and pressed my mouth into his. He didn't hesitate, kissing me back with a need that matched my own. He pushed me up against the wall. Our tongues interlocked as we found the valve for the sexual tension that had been building between the two of us for the past two years. My body responded to his every touch with a fervor I couldn't contain. Didn't want to contain. I wanted it to consume us both...