“Ellie, baby, wake up. We’re here, sweetheart.” Gunner bent into the truck and started to lift me out. I opened my eyes and looked over at the valet who was waiting to get in and park the truck.

“Umm, where are we?” I asked, all sleepy sounding.

“We’re at the hotel, baby. You fell asleep.” Gunner carried me into the lobby of the Driskill Hotel. I looked around and smiled. Everything was so beautiful.

I giggled and whispered “big spender” in Gunner’s ear.

“Only the best for my wife. Only the very best for you, sweetheart,” Gunner said as he kissed my nose.

Gunner walked up to the counter, set me down, and told the receptionist we had a reservation for Mathews.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Mathews. Mrs. Mathews, your wedding dress is absolutely breathtaking, and I love the cowboy boots with it!”

I smiled as I picked up my dress some and showed off my silver, jeweled cowboy boots. Ari bought them and I almost killed her when I found out they were $350. She claimed they were a wedding gift from her parents. I did love them, though!

“Thank you so much,” I said as I willed her to hurry the fuck up. I just wanted to get out of this damn dress and . . .

“What are you thinking about, baby? You’re blushing,” Gunner said against my ear.

I threw my hands up to my cheeks and smiled. Busted, so totally busted.

“Nothing . . .”

“Mr. Mathews, we have you booked in a bridal suite with a king bed. Jason will bring your bags up to your room.”

I looked over at Jason, who was staring at me. I mean, really staring. Gunner turned to look at him, frowned, and then snapped his fingers in front of Jason’s face.

“Dude, that’s not cool to be staring at a man’s wife like that!” Gunner said. I started to laugh because Jason’s face was redder than all get out.

We were standing outside the door waiting for Jason to put our bags in the room. He stepped out and Gunner handed him a tip, but not before he gave him another look.

“Um, Mr. and Mrs. Mathews, enjoy your stay.”

Gunner watched as Jason walked down the hall and then called him a fucker. I tried to hide my giggle, but it slipped out. He looked down at me and gave me that crooked smile of his. He reached down and picked me up so fast I almost didn’t realize what was happening. He walked through the door and shut it with his foot as he kissed me.

“Mrs. Mathews, welcome to your honeymoon suite.” He oh-so-slowly slid me down and set me on the ground while he kissed me. Oh God, I was so nervous. Why was I so nervous?

“Mr. Mathews, it’s perfect.” Gunner smiled and stepped back and that’s when I really got to take a look at the room. Oh. My. God. It was stunning!

The room had hardwood floors throughout, but the first thing I noticed was the four-poster bed. It was huge, with a beautiful, creamy yellow duvet and the most amazing throw pillows I had ever seen. There was a beautiful white lace fabric that draped down each post and was topped by a creamy yellow fabric that matched the duvet, along with tassels hanging down. It looked so old-fashioned!

There was a giant piece of iron artwork on the wall above the bed, with satin curtains draped across and hanging down on either side of the bed. It was beautiful! The walls were painted with warm earth-tone colors, and the room was just so cozy.

I scanned the room. There was a private balcony and a living room. The furniture had such a European flair to it. Wow! Gunner took my hand and led me into the bathroom. I was stunned when I saw it. There was so much marble everywhere: the sink, the walls, the stand-up shower, and the tub . . . oh my God, the tub! It was a huge Jacuzzi tub, and there were small white LED votives lit all around the it. In the back corner were three red votives softly flickering, also LEDs. There was a bottle of chilled sparkling wine with two flutes and a plate of chocolates sitting on the side of the tub.

“We will get to this in a little bit,” Gunner said as he walked me back into the other room. He slowly walked backward as he led me over to the bed. Sitting on the bed was a single yellow rose. And what the hell was that?

I reached down and picked it up and started to read out loud. “Kamasutra Getaway Kit. Contains ‘vanilla crème oil of love.’ Oh, that sounds promising!” I said as I looked up at Gunner. “A ‘sweet honeysuckle honey dust with feather applicator’ . . . That could be fun, don’t you think?” Gunner started to laugh. “Hmmm, and a ‘French vanilla crème body soufflé.’ I don’t think I really need to say anymore with that one!” Gunner pulled me in closer to him. “Oh, there’s more! There is also a ‘love liquid classic lubricant and scented romance candle.’ I think I’m going to have to write a thank you note to someone!”

Gunner took the romance kit out of my hand and set it on the marble side table. He cupped my face in his hands and started to kiss me so passionately I about melted. He rubbed his lips all over my face and went right to my ear where he tugged on my ear lobe and whispered into my ear.

“Right now, Ellie, the only thing I want to do is slowly peel you out of your gorgeous wedding dress.”

“Okay.”

“Turn around, baby.”

I slowly turned around as Gunner ran his hand down my neck and onto my back.

“My God, Ellie, you are so beautiful. This dress looks stunning on you.”

I had shivers going up and down my body and my heart was beating a mile a minute. I felt Gunner undoing the platinum ribbon that was tied around my waist. Then I felt his fingers start on the buttons. If didn’t know any better, I would swear his hands were shaking. After he unbuttoned each button, he kissed me on the back.

“Jesus, Ellie, the way your body reacts to my touch turns me on so fucking much.”

Oh God, if you only knew!

“Gunner,” was all I could manage to say.

After each painstakingly slow button he undid, he kissed me. I was going mad and the ache between my legs was growing. It was not going to take me long to have an orgasm.

After they were all unbuttoned, he used his hands to turn me around.

I stood there looking into his beautiful blue eyes. He smiled, and I swear to God, I almost had a mini-orgasm right there. I actually pushed my legs together to ease the throbbing.

He took both hands and pushed the dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to a pool of silk and chiffon and whatever the hell else this dress was made out of.

Gunner sucked in a breath and just stared at me. He reached out and took my hand to help me step out of the wedding dress puddle. I stood there, dressed only in my white lace bustier, blue panties, white garter belt, and sheer satin thigh high stockings. Oh, and my cowboy boots! Shit! Why the fuck didn’t I remember to change into the white satin high heels?

“Holy shit, Ellie, you look . . . you look . . .”

I felt the blush creeping into my cheeks. Damn, why did I blush so easily around him?

“Do you like it? Minus the cowboy boots I mean, I forgot to change out of them. I’m sorry.”

He looked me up and down and started to lick his lips. I was going to take that as a sign he liked it!

“Ellie, my God, sweetheart, I have . . . I’ve never . . . never seen anything so fucking sexy in my entire life as my wife standing here in a white bustier and silver cowboy boots. I would have been so upset if you took them off.”

I smiled up at him as his eyes traveled up and down my body with a greedy, hungry look.

“Sit down on the bed, Ellie.”

I sat down on the bed as Gunner knelt down. He started to take my boots off. After each boot he massaged my foot for a minute or two. Oh my, it felt heavenly! Then he placed both hands on my legs, slowly moving them up, and started to unhook my stockings from the garter belt. He slowly, oh so slowly, slid them down my legs and off my feet. Then he placed a kiss on the inside of each of my thighs. Yep, I was going to have an orgasm the moment he touched me.

“Slide back onto the bed, Ellie,” Gunner said in the deepest, sexiest voice I’d ever heard him use. Holy shit! I slid back on the bed and had to close my eyes and squeeze my legs together or I was going to come just from hearing his voice!

I felt the bed dip as Gunner climbed on and was kissing me from the bottom of my feet all the way up my legs, then onto my chest, my neck, and then my lips. He was lying to the side of me and I felt his . . . bare skin? My eyes flew open, and I pulled away from his kiss to look at him.

Oh my . . . he was naked. Beautifully naked. When the hell did he get undressed, and how did he do it so fast?

“I want you so bad, Ellie, so, so bad, baby,” he said as he kissed my neck and chest.

“Oh God, Gunner, I can’t take much more. Please . . . I need you so bad.”

“Anything for you my greedy, greedy wife.” He started to take off the garter belt. Slowly he removed it and set it on the floor. Then he removed the white garter that Ari put on right before we left. He left the bustier on, though, and crawled on top of me but sat back some.

“Sit up, Ellie.”

I sat up as he reached his arms around my back. The touch of his fingers was driving me insane. I swear he had magic in his fingertips the way his touch affected me. He took the bustier off and set it on the floor next to my other clothes. I lay back down and watched him just look at my body.

“As hot as you looked in that bustier, it had to come off. I’ll never get tired of looking at your body, Mrs. Mathews.”

He leaned down and kissed me so passionately I was lost in a world of pure passion.

We stayed up all night as Gunner made sweet passionate love to me once on the bed, once in the bathtub, and once on the floor in the bathroom. We finally fell on the bed and collapsed in pure exhaustion at five forty-five in the morning.

“Sleep, my sweet Ellie. We have a plane to catch at two o’clock.” Gunner said as he brought me closer to him. I snuggled up next to him and sighed with contentment.

I yawned and asked when he was going to tell me where we were going. He just laughed and held me tighter against him.

“Baby, you will find out soon enough. I love you Ellie, so very much.”

“I love you more . . .” Gunner laughed, and within minutes we both drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt about weddings, honeymoons, moving into a brand new home, and sitting in a rocking chair on a porch watching the sunset while Gunner rocked a baby in his arms.