I looked down at Aubree as the plane began to descend. She'd fallen asleep after we changed planes and I was reluctant to wake her. Neither one of us had gotten much sleep last night, but I knew she hadn't slept well the night before the wedding either. I hated that what had happened to her before we'd met had made her so nervous, but I had to admit that when I saw her walking down the aisle towards me, I was actually grateful that her ex had been such an ass. I wasn't sure where I'd be if I hadn't met her .

Actually, I amended, I knew where I'd be. I'd be in some rich woman's bed, enjoying the physical act of fucking while still thinking that the idea of love was nothing but shit. I'd be alive, but not really living .

The pilot's voice cut through my thoughts, telling us that we would be landing soon and I knew I had to wake Aubree up. As much as I hated to disturb her, a flash of warmth went through me when I saw those gorgeous violet eyes looking up at me through her long lashes. When she smiled, my heart skipped a beat .

Damn, I loved this woman .

I barely registered the sunshine and warmth as we stepped out of the airport. All of my attention was on her face. Her eyes were wide, her expression one of pure joy. I made a mental note to buy something nice for Mindy and Adelle. Over the last year and a half, I'd gotten used to not being able to spend money like I used to, but I hated that I couldn't lavish Aubree with gifts. Worst had been when we'd realized we had to choose between a honeymoon and a new apartment. I'd wanted to give Aubree the wedding and honeymoon of her dreams. Thanks to her friends, she was getting what she deserved .

We rode to the hotel in silence with Aubree snuggled up against my side. It was peaceful, a state of being that I hadn't had any experience with until I'd fallen in love with Aubree. When we reached the room, I unlocked the door, then scooped Aubree up in my arms. She laughed and my heart soared as I carried her into the hotel room .

What had I done to deserve her? Over the course of our relationship, I'd found myself asking that question many times. When I saw her sleeping next to me. When our bodies were joined, moving together as we sought to reach that release. When she'd agreed to marry me. But never more than yesterday, when she'd taken my hands in hers and vowed to love, honor and cherish me until death parted us. I hadn't been able to stop the tears from forming, and there'd been no embarrassment when I'd wiped them away .

Now, as I carried her into the honeymoon suite, I made another vow. One to myself. I promised that I would spend the rest of my life making sure Aubree was happy. And the first step to doing that was to do what I did best, especially when I was with her .

I set her on her feet and she hurried towards the double doors that lead to the balcony. I followed. Of course I followed. I'd follow her anywhere. Everywhere .

When I reached the balcony, she was standing at the edge, looking out over a beautiful white, sandy beach and bright blue water. It was magnificent, but all I saw was her .

She'd worn a pale yellow sundress, simply cut, chosen more for comfort during travel than anything else. So fucking sexy .

I walked up behind her and slid my arms around her waist. She leaned back against me, relaxing against my body. I rested my cheek on her head and marveled at the way we fit together. It wasn't just during sex either. Our bodies just seemed to naturally come together like two puzzle pieces, whether we were standing like this or making love. I'd had sex with more women than I could count and I'd never experienced anything like it until Aubree. My Aubree .

“This is perfect,” she sighed. She tilted her head up so that her lips could find mine. The kiss was gentle, almost chaste, or at least it started out that way. Then she turned in my arms and things got a bit more intense .

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine until I started to harden against her hip. She moaned as her breasts pushed against my chest and I knew it was because her nipples were still sensitive. The memory of what I'd done to them last night made me squeeze her even tighter. My tongue thrust between her lips and hers met it with a ferocity that made me groan. Damn, she was amazing .

I wasn't even aware we'd made it to the bedroom until the back of my knees hit the bed. It didn't take long for us to lose our clothes and then we were falling back onto the bedspread. My hands ran over her, every familiar inch. It was odd, I thought, how I knew her body almost better than I did my own, but still never tired of touching her, tasting her .

I rolled us over so that she was on top of me and she grinned down at me. I didn't need to tell her what I wanted, but I did it anyway .

“Turn around .”

She quickly situated herself so that her knees were on either side of my head, her pussy hovering just above my face. I felt her warm breath on my cock and it twitched. I reached up and took hold of her hips, using them to guide her down until I could put my mouth on her. As I ran my tongue along her slit, she dropped her head and took as much of my cock as she could. The wet heat of her mouth made me moan, but it didn't distract me from my task .

I 'd never minded going down on women, but Aubree was the first I actually enjoyed doing it to. Not just the enjoyment of seeing her come, but the act itself. I loved the feel of her smooth skin, the way her walls quivered around my tongue. I loved her clit, sucking it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. I even loved the way she tasted. Every woman was different, and Aubree was intoxicating .

She came as I teased her clit and I flipped us over even as she was still climaxing. She cried out as I pushed inside her. She was stretched enough from last night that I didn't have to fight for every inch, but she was still tight. And she fit me like a glove. She called my name, nails raking down my back to join the marks she'd made before. I moved faster, pleasure coursing through me with every thrust. Pleasure and love .

When I'd first fallen in love with Aubree, I hadn't thought it'd be possible to love her more, but every day, I proved myself wrong. I leaned down and took her mouth, my lips parting hers. Her body rose to meet mine, driving me deeper even as my tongue thrust into her mouth. I heard her whimper as I thumbed her nipple and then I shifted so that I pressed against her clit with each thrust. Just two more strokes and she was coming again. Her pussy tightened around me and I tore my mouth away, swearing as I lost control, emptying myself deep inside her .

“My Aubree,” I breathed as I slumped on top of her. I'd asked her once if I was too heavy and she'd told me that she liked feeling me laying on her after I came .

“My Cade.” She ran her fingers through my hair and then kissed my forehead .

I rolled us over, staying inside her as I wrapped the blankets around us. It was still fairly early, but we were both tired. I kissed the spot beneath her ear. “I love you .”

“I love you, too,” she said. Despite having slept on the plane, she sounded sleepy .

“How did I get so lucky?” I murmured out loud. “A chance encounter? A weird coincidence ?”

“Don't be silly,” she said with a laugh. “It was fate .”

“I don't believe in fate,” I replied automatically .

She shook her head and laughed again. “Sure you do.” She lifted my hand and pressed her lips against my palm. “You just don't know it yet .”

“Oh really?” Now I was amused. “And you know me that well ?”

“Of course I do,” she said confidently. “You're mine .”

I smiled as I held her closer. She was right. I was hers .