But I was disappointed by the wary expression on her face.

“Here?” she asked uncertainly.

I stared across at the white stone arches that were supposed to resemble a Moorish palace. She didn’t like it? It looked pretty darn good to me.

“Here,” I said, trying to encourage her by smiling.

She still looked uncertain, and I couldn’t figure out what was bothering her. But when she patted her hair and tried to comb it with her fingers, I worked it out. I grabbed her hand and kissed her hard. My woman never had understood that she was the most beautiful thing in my world wherever we went.

But it pissed me off that other guys noticed she was hot. When they looked at her, it made me want to play pool with their balls.

I towed Caro inside and handed over the Honda’s keys to the guy at the reception desk, promising myself that I’d buy another touring bike one day. Caro raised her eyebrows when I took the room key and started walking toward the elevator.

“We’re staying here? But we left all our things at Signora Carello’s?”

“Nope, we haven’t. I asked the signora to pack us up while we were out this morning. She was cool about it. Besides this is kind of her idea. Well, she helped me pick out somewhere special.”

Caro frowned and glanced around her.

“But a place like this must cost a small fortune, Sebastian!”

“I can afford it, baby. This is my first night as an engaged man—and I want to enjoy it. Hey, don’t worry. The only thing I’ve spent my pay on in the last ten years is booze and bikes,” and broads, but I wasn’t going to remind her about that. “I’m good for it.”

Signora Carello had promised that we’d like the hotel, and if Caro’s stunned expression when she saw our room was anything to go by, she liked it a lot. Best of all, the bed was nearly seven feet wide—I planned on having Caro on every inch of that mattress. We also had our own private balcony and a fucking enormous bathroom with a huge tub. Yep, I was feeling very creative.

I left her to look around while I tossed our luggage onto the bed and began to unpack. I was glad to see that the wardrobe held the garment bags that I’d arranged to have delivered.

I pointed at the one on the left.

“This is for you, baby.”

Puzzled, but with a smile hovering at the corners of her mouth, Caro unzipped the bag, then gaped at the floor-length dress.

“Sebastian, it’s beautiful! What have you done?”

I grinned at her excited smile. “I got one, too. A tux—like you wanted. Except mine is just rented. You get to keep the dress.”

She placed it on the bed carefully, then wrapped her arms around my waist, smiling up at me.

“How did you get to be so perfect, Sebastian, because I could have sworn you were a giant pain in the ass.”

I laughed loudly. “Next time I piss you off, I’m going to remind you that you said that, baby. Which will probably be in about five minutes.”

“Probably,” she agreed, with a smile.

“Come on, let’s shower, and then I want to see you in that dress.”

“Why, Warrant Officer Hunter! You want to put me into clothes?” she teased.

“You have another idea?” I murmured, my lips brushing over her neck.

“Oh, yes, most definitely, and it involves getting you naked on that bed, having my wicked, wicked way with you before we take a shower.”

My smile grew even bigger. So did my dick.

“Let me get this right, Caro, that’s two lots of wicked?”

“The thing is, Sebastian,” she said, stroking the tips of her fingers against my cheek, “if you’re going to make an honest woman of me, I want to get in as much sinning as possible first.”

Then she shoved my chest hard, so I fell backwards onto the bed. And just to make her point, she ripped my t-shirt over my head, straddled my hips, and ran her tongue from my waist to my throat.

Holy shit, my woman was on fire.

I reached up to play with her pretty little nipples, but she gripped my wrists and pulled them above my head. I guess she wanted to be in charge. I wasn’t going to argue. Then she leaned down to kiss me, tracing my lips with her tongue.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Sebastian, I won’t want anything else to eat tonight.”

I laughed lightly and gently pulled my hands free, before running them down her back.

“Yeah? Well, I’m starving, so unless you want me to eat downstairs alone, baby, you’ll have to put up with a three-course meal. And I guarantee you’ll need your energy later.”

She pretend to pout. “Sure you don’t want the starter now?”

Hell, yeah!

I shifted my hands to her waistband, tugging her t-shirt free and pulling it off her body. Her bra took even less time to disappear.

“Mmm, I like this position,” I said, sitting up and sucking her nipples, nipping them with my teeth then working my way up her throat. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her tits into the palms of my hands.

Message received and understood.

I pulled a condom out of the back pocket of my jeans and handed it to her.

“Take your pants off, baby.”

“I will if you will,” she replied. “Race you!”

Then she bounced off the bed, unlaced her boots, and stripped—all while I was fighting with the buckles on my boots and trying to watch her at the same time.

“Ah, hell,” I grumbled, staggering around the bedroom with my pants around my ankles.

“You’re a slouch, Hunter,” she laughed. “Just look at what you’re missing.”

She spun around slowly, massaging her tits and pushing them together.

“Fuck!” I hissed, hopping awkwardly, one boot on, one boot off.

“Maybe you should have been a fireman instead of a Marine, then you’d be used to undressing quickly.”

I tossed the second boot behind me where it landed on the floor with a heavy thud. A moment later, I was naked, too.

“On the bed,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Then she bent over me and took my dick in her mouth. My eyes closed as I breathed deeply, holding back an orgasm that was instantly welling up from the base of my spine.

She ran her fingernails up and down my chest in time with her tongue.

“Baby, I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I growled, and I could hear the strain in my voice.

She let me go after a final long stroke of her tongue, and I tried to slow my heart rate by taking deep breaths, but when I heard the rip of foil and she rolled the condom into position, it was a losing battle. She knelt across me, positioning the head of my dick at the entrance to her soft pussy, then sank down.

I thrust up into her, harder than I’d intended.

“Fuck, Caro! I can’t control myself with you!”

I started pumping my hips, bouncing her up as she slammed down to meet me. Christ, I was losing it; my body was rigid and my balls were so tight they felt about the size of walnuts. It was no use, I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I used my fingers to make sure that she followed me.

I grit my teeth, the tendons standing out in my neck. Caro’s eyes were closed and her head thrown back, her full tits bouncing wildly. What a fucking amazing sight.

She cried out some mangled version of my name and slumped down on my chest, breathing hard. It had all been faster than I’d meant, but fuck me, it felt good.

“Sorry, baby,” I coughed out.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” she gasped, as we lay together, calming our racing pulses.

I couldn’t help grinning like an idiot as I stroked the smooth skin of her back. “Ready for the main course?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Hunter? I’m still…” and a spasm of tremors made her pussy clench around me again.

“Oh, wow,” I muttered. “I really felt that.”

“Good,” she huffed. “So did I.”

I laughed at her grumpy tone, then lifted her off me as I sat up.

“I’m going to go shower.”