His suit jacket was stiff, she noticed, as her arm curled around his. Stiff, but warm from the heat of him radiating from beneath. They stepped out into the crisp night air, leaving behind the beat of the music and the chatter.
The air was fresh, laced with the chill of the impending autumn. It was cool on her warm cheeks, a welcome relief from the bustle of the party.
“Beautiful night,” he commented, looking out across the grounds. The warm, lyrical purr of his voice sent a frisson of velvet warmth through her midriff.
She looked up at him through her lashes, her cheeks pinched with delight and dimples. His shoulder was in line with her chin and when he turned to look down at her, she was so very aware of every masculine inch of him towering over her.
“Shall we walk?” He asked.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
He led her down the steps and into the grounds, his arm beneath hers was firm like coiled steel and pulled her effortlessly in the direction he wanted to go. She flowed beside him, her heels clicking on the stone path, and her heart fluttering with sweet anticipation.
As they approached the bridge she gasped in delight. The moon peaked out from behind the clouds and flooded the bridge with an ethereal glow.
“It’s like a spotlight!” She exclaimed.
“A spotlight just for us,” he purred.
Her breath caught and she looked up at him again, this time to find him staring down at her already, his eyes clouded over with stark desire. It made her stomach flip over and her cheeks flame.
“Come on.” He said and gently tugged her up onto the bridge.
The click of her heels became a dull thud on the wooden planks. The moon held strong illuminating every crevice in the wood and every thumbprint along the handrail.
The water below them was moving lazily in the breeze, glittering beneath the moonlight as if a thousand stars lay just beneath the surface.
They stopped halfway across and looked down over the lake.
“How romantic,” she said with a coquettish smile.
“Probably why they host weddings here,” he replied with a smile to match her own.
She laughed at that and looked back out across the water, “Do you think we’ll be missed?”
He looked back the way they had come, “Do the bride and groom not usually leave the party?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” She beamed up at him. “I’ve not been married until now.”
His hand slipped around the waist of her white wedding dress and dragged her up against the warmth length of him, his other hand cupped the back of her neck and tipped her head back.
“I love you,” he breathed, grazing his lips across her own and igniting a fire in her lower belly.
“I love you.” She managed just before he claimed her lips. It was a kiss of passion and need. It was a kiss of promise.
“Until death do us part.”
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