Enchanting Sebastian (Big Sky Royal 1)

“I had lessons as a boy. And my wife quite enjoys dancing, so I’ve not let myself get rusty.”

I can just picture them dancing like this in their home, and it makes me smile.

“You’re not as intimidating as I once thought.”

“Don’t let it get out. We can’t risk being attacked by Germany again.”

I laugh again, quite charmed by him. “Sebastian resembles you. Not just physically, but in his sense of humor, as well.”

He sighs and glances over to where Sebastian is dancing with his mother. “I was always very stern with my eldest child. I was grooming him to be a king, and I thought that meant withholding emotion from him. It’s how I was raised. I regret that more than I can tell you.”

“He loves you,” I murmur. “He admires you. He’s been so worried about disappointing you.”

“It’ll be an adjustment, but it’s nothing we can’t move past. You’re a wonderful young woman, Nina. If I didn’t believe that, we wouldn’t be dancing right now. There wouldn’t have been a wedding at all.”

I believe him. Even as headstrong as Sebastian is, I believe that if his father didn’t approve of me, he would have found a way to stop the wedding.

“I’m grateful that there was a wedding.”

The song ends, and the king leans in to kiss my cheek. “I am, as well. I’d better pass you back to your husband now.”

“Are you trying to steal my girl?” Sebastian asks as he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.

“Of course, not. I have a girl of my own.”

And with that, Sebastian’s parents dance away, swaying to the new song being played.

“Your father has a romantic side,” I say as Sebastian pulls me to him and sways to the music. “And he loves you very much.”

“Everyone is sentimental today,” he replies softly. “Weddings do that to us, don’t they?”

“I suppose.”

“How do you feel, wife?”

“Hmm…my feet hurt.”

“You’ve been dancing quite a lot. With everyone but me.”

“Don’t be sad. You can dance with me whenever you want.”

He grins and leans in to whisper into my ear, “I plan to do more than just dance with you very soon.”

“Really? What sort of things do you have in mind?”

“Well, I’ll peel this gorgeous dress off your delectable little body, and then—”

“We’re heading out,” Grace says as she throws her arms around us both. “We’re tired, and we have to go back to the baby tomorrow morning. But it was the best wedding I’ve ever been to in my life.”

Our sexy talk over for now, Sebastian and I make our rounds through the room, saying goodbye to our guests.

Everyone from Cunningham Falls is headed home tomorrow.

And we are going on our honeymoon.

I can’t freaking wait.

***

“I finally have you all to myself,” Sebastian growls as he closes the door of our apartment and follows me into the bedroom.

I kick off my shoes and sigh when I see my first wedding dress hanging beautifully in the bedroom.

“I don’t know what I’ll do with this.”

“It’ll most likely be donated to a museum,” Sebastian says, reaching for the pins holding my hair in place. He plucks them out one by one. “Don’t worry about it, someone will take care of it.”

“That’s crazy to me. It’s all crazy.”

I turn and find him unbuttoning his shirt, then sliding it down his arms.

“You look like a normal man to me. You’re sexy and handsome. Your smile could stop a heart at a hundred paces.”

“Darling, have you been drinking?”

I laugh and step to him, dragging my fingertips over the rigid muscles of his abs.

“Not a drop. I can’t stomach it yet.” I lean in and kiss him, right over his heart. “I’m just saying, I’m glad you look normal, that you act normal with me.”

“There’s no other way to be.”

He reaches behind me, and slowly—so slowly it makes me hold my breath—lowers the zipper on the back of my dress. When the spaghetti straps slide down my arms and the dress pools at my feet, Sebastian’s eyes rake up and down my body.

I’m not wearing a bra. There wasn’t any way to wear it without it showing through the fabric. I am wearing the tiniest flesh-colored thong, though.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he mutters, scooping me up, his arm under my ass as he holds me level with his face. “Blimey. We may miss our flight in the morning. I won’t be able to let you get out of our bed.”

“I’m going to Aruba. Even if I have to go naked.”

He grins and carries me to the bathroom, rather than the bed.

“Uh, Your Royal Highness, the bed is that way.”

“I want you in the bath,” he says simply, nipping at my lower lip. “And then the bed.”

“I guess I’m dirty.”

“Filthy.” His grin is naughty as he sets me on my feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”