Stroke of Luck

He knew he’d taken her to orgasm, but he was ashamed to think that in his own desperation, he might not have waited for her.

Fuck, why was he always such an idiot around her? He’d waited all this time for her, desperately wanted to be with her, and had wanted this first time to be special. But he’d ruined it by taking her against the door in a twenty-second fuck session.

He was a fucking asshole.

As he stepped back, he reached for her hand.

“Oh, no,” Austin said with a smile and took hold of it himself. “Now I’m going to take my wife to bed.”

Quinn frowned, pushing back his hair as Austin led her toward the bedroom. Fuck, he deserved to be shut out. Austin would make sure April would be treated right.

Austin glanced over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

* * *

April drew in a deep breath as she followed Austin into the bedroom. Her body was still quivering from the intense orgasm Quinn had given her. It was exhilarating that he’d wanted her so badly he’d taken her against the door in a primal explosion of passion.

Now it was Austin’s turn to make love to her. As he led her across the bedroom, she became self-conscious that she was naked and he was fully clothed. Then she saw a powder-pink box on the bed, bound with a white satin ribbon and a beautiful tied bow.

“Open it,” Austin said.

She walked to the bed and pulled the ribbon to untie the bow, then lifted the top off the box. She pulled back the pink tissue paper to reveal a sexy, white lace baby doll nightie.

“Put it on,” Austin urged.

“Really?” She turned to him and grinned. “I’m naked and you want me to put clothes on?”

Austin placed the bridal bouquet on the bed, then lifted the small garment from the delicate paper and held it up. It was fastened together at the front with a tied ribbon between the breasts.

“It’s not like it’s going to cover much,” he said as he ran his hand under the sheer lace.

He untied the bow on the front, then held the nightie by the shoulder straps as if holding a coat for her to put on.

She laughed. “Okay.”

She slid her arms through the straps, then adjusted it over her breasts and tied the ribbon into a bow again. It was open down the front, the soft lace fabric curving down to her hips in cascading waves. The fabric over her breasts wasn’t lace but a completely sheer white fabric showing her nipples clearly. She pulled on the tiny thong, which had scalloped lace around the waist, but the crotch was also completely sheer.

“How did this get here?” she asked.

“I made a quick call to the concierge right after our wedding,” Quinn answered. “You didn’t have a white bridal gown, so I wanted you to have something to make you feel more like a bride.”

Her heart fluttered. “That was very considerate, Quinn. Thank you.”

“There’s more.” Austin pulled at the tissue and lifted out a white robe.

He slipped it on her arms. It flowed to the floor in an elegant waterfall of Chantilly lace. She tied the white satin sash at her waist, and as she moved to the mirror to take a look, Quinn stepped behind her and placed a headpiece of white silk flowers and pearls on her head with a spray of tulle forming a double layer veil that brushed her shoulders. Then Austin handed her the bouquet of pink roses.

Her jaw dropped. “I…” Her throat tightened. “I look like a bride.”

Quinn wrapped his big hands around her shoulders and leaned close.

“Yes, you do. And you’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”

Their gazes locked in the mirror, and the warmth in his eyes stole her breath away.

She turned to face him. His warmth, his intense masculinity, and the fact he clearly wanted her again filled her with need. She tipped up her face, and her lips parted, ready for him to kiss her.

He stared at her, a battle waging in his midnight eyes. Then he took her hand and turned.