Nathaniel grinned at me and held out a hand. “Something funny?”
I stroked my thumb over his palm. “Just that when I woke up this morning, I didn’t see myself jetting off in a wedding gown before the day was over.”
“Nothing ever seems to go as planned, does it?”
“I’m starting to see why your backup plans have backup plans.”
He ran his free hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Abby. We rushed through cutting the cake. You barely got to talk with your father. And—”
“Nathaniel, don’t. Don’t think you’re to blame for the weather. Even if you had known, what could you have done? Nothing. We’re married and that’s all I care about.”
***
It wasn’t until we sat down and stopped moving that I realized how tired I was. I was tempted to fall asleep where I was, but the gown was starting to get uncomfortable. When the plane leveled off, I unbuckled.
“I’m ready to get out of this gown if you’re still willing to help me out of it.”
“I suppose the only other option is to keep you in the gown until we land in Switzerland and I’m thinking that’s not a viable option.”
I shot him a not on your life look and turned my back to him. “I’m guessing now’s not the time to tell you the only thing I have to sleep in is the gown I’d bought for our wedding night. Everything else is packed in my main suitcases.”
He started working on the ties on my gown’s corset top. “And I’m guessing now’s not the time to tell you I didn’t plan to sleep in anything on our wedding night, so I’ll be in bed naked.”
I groaned. Thoughts of him naked were chasing away my fatigue. “Not if you want to keep to the wait until Switzerland plan.”
The gown slipped from my shoulders and he peppered kisses along my shoulder blades. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
I twisted out of his embrace. “You better not, I’m low on self control at the moment.”
But minutes later when I slipped out of the bathroom and joined him in the bedroom, I knew I wasn’t the only one facing self control issues. I blamed my nightgown. I’d picked it out because it was elegant while still being seductively sexy. Made of sheer material, it covered me while at the same time leaving nothing to the imagination.
His gaze followed me as I walked to the double bed and he silently lifted the sheet and blanket so I could crawl in beside him. I turned, so my back was to his chest. He gave a sharp intake of breath when I brushed against him.“Fucking hell,” he said.
His erection was pressed against my ass. “Yes, exactly.”
We lay in silence for several long minutes. Neither one of us moved, which only made it more obvious that neither one of us was moving. I tried to steady my breathing, but all that did was highlight the fact that Nathaniel was behind me totally naked. I balled my fist and told myself to think of anything other than how easy it would be to roll over. He was already naked, so I could have my hands wrapped around him in seconds. A quick hike of my nightgown and he’d have complete access. Then with a shift of hips—
“This isn’t going to work,” we both said at the same time.
He gave a tight laugh. “Damn, stupid idea.”
“Yours or mine?”
“Both.”
I rolled over to face him. “I don’t think I can go another night. This entire time I’ve been thinking I’d be okay if I just made it to tonight. And now it’s here and we’re going to wait another night?”
“I agree. We have to do something.”
“I hope by something you don’t mean separate beds.”
“Hell, no.” He sat up. “Where’s my phone?”
“You’re going to call someone? Really?”
He raised an eyebrow at me, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he rummaged through his carry-on bag and pulled out his phone. “You were worried about me lasting five minutes? Tonight, we have exactly five minutes to get each other off. Hands only.”
He brought the phone to the bed and set the timer. “Starting now.”
We were sitting on the bed and my hands were over his body in an instant. It took him just a bit longer to wrestle with my gown and yank it up. On any other given night, I would have helped him out a bit, but at that moment, my skin was hungry for him.
I kissed his scruffy chin. “I need to taste you.”
“Later,” he said, pulling back only so he could slip the gown over my head. Then his hands roamed over me, touching and exploring. He situated himself between my knees and I gasped when his fingers brushed between my legs. “I feel like I’m in high school.”