“This place is fantastic!” After taking three hours to make a two hour trip on what I was referring to as the scenic route, we arrived at an adorable plantation style home run by two sisters. Mabel and Genie were five foot nothing with big gray bouffants and they smelled like sugar and vanilla. They showed us to our room and promised to make themselves scarce until it was time to get started on supper.

“It’s like a time warp but in the best possible way.” Nash’s blue gaze tracked around the honeymoon suite. Shades of blue and rose dotted the room, the duvet in the bedroom similar but not identical to the upholstery in the rest of the suite. “And this bed is perfection.”

“I can’t argue with that.” I burrowed deeper against Nash, inhaling his intoxicating scent. “We could probably have sex in three different spots on this bad boy and still never overlap.”

“You’re thinking of sexual gymnastics,” he asked with a tease in his voice and a heated glint in his eye.

“No. I’m already planning them.” I hadn’t stopped thinking about anything but having his thick length fill me up since his fingers had brought me to orgasm on the drive to the B&B. But I had a burning sensation to know more about Nash.

“Can I ask you a question?” He looked so nervous I had to wonder what the hell he could possibly ask that had him so worried. Instead, I nodded and waited. “Where did all these curves come from? I remember you being more slender in high school.”

My lips curled up instinctively. “It’s been a long time since high school, Nash.”

“And the years have been mighty kind to you, Vivi.” His hands roamed over my hips and slid up my waist. “So?”

“Short answer is, I was just a late bloomer. Longer answer is, I woke up one day with bigger boobs and hips and it had nothing to do with the freshman 15.” It had taken some time to get used to the new curves and even longer to get used to the attention that came with it.

“You never came home during college, or if you did I never saw you.”

“I came home but not much. Dad was always traveling so he would stop in and see me when he was coming or going and Aunt Mae would put me up for a few days here and there.”

“Why?” The feel of his big hands, leaving streaks of fire along my skin, made it hard to think.

“At first, I was embarrassed about graduation night and I was sure you told everyone about it.”

“I wouldn’t. I didn’t.”

“I know. You weren’t ever like that but rejection has a way of coloring things. After that, it was just easier not to come home so often. And cheaper.”

“Because of one little crush?” I nodded, feeling a stirring of a different kind take hold of me. Low in my belly, warmth spread with every pass of Nash’s hand on my bare skin. “If it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure I have a crush on you now.”

“Yeah?” That was good because I was sure the crush had returned with the fervor of adult longing. “Because I kind of like the sound of that.” A lot. Probably too much but as I climbed his big, strong, too masculine body, the only thing I could think about was pleasure. The pleasure I always found in his arms. With his body engulfing mine until I only existed because of him. It was a heady sensation. Intoxicating, even.

I sank down onto his erection and kept my gaze on him as I rocked us slowly to orgasm. I couldn’t look away from those blue eyes as they darkened and intensified with passion. My personal favorite was when they went liquid black, like the river at night. Dark and dangerous but too exciting to resist. His hands branded my hips as he grasped me tight, holding me right where he wanted me so he could hear me scream his name.

I gave Nash exactly what he wanted, because I was too weak, too powerless to do anything else. We’d been on our honeymoon for just a few hours and already, I could feel trouble nipping at my heels.

Nash began to thrust up into me, harder and deeper, sending shivers down my spine and skittering over my overheated flesh. I couldn’t get enough and he seemed to have the codes to maximizing my pleasure because just as my orgasm was winding down, he flipped our positions and pounded into me like his life depended on it. The muscles tightened in his neck, his shoulder muscled, bunched and flexed with every thrust and I was completely fascinated by his body as it transformed in pleasure.

He wasn’t the only one transformed. By the time my third orgasm and his second had ended, I was feeling a little raw. A touch too vulnerable.

I was feeling too much.

Too much for an accidental wife.