Page 33 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy
“Our room, now.”
His grin widens. “Paisley and Sinclaire teaching you to assert your dominance over the domain?”
I giggle and nod.
“Good.” He steps inside and closes the door behind him. “I like you looking at my big wall of adventure. It can be yours now, too.”
“You've been to a lot of places.”
“Some, yeah. But there are a lot more I haven’t made it to yet. Places I’d love to go with my wife.” His voice lowers, and butterflies take flight in my chest.
I swallow hard. “I’ve never been anywhere. Hadn't even left the state until I drove us all the way to Nevada.”
“Oh, Daisy.” He wraps his arm around me, tugging me into his oversized frame. With his other hand, he grabs a pin from the side of the map and hands it to me. “We should put a pin in Nevada.”
Together we push one right into Jackpot.
He kisses my temple, his breath warm and his voice low. “But maybe our next adventure could be a little less criminal, hmm?”
I nod.
“Maybe when I let you up for air, we could go and get you a passport? And you can pick somewhere nice to go on our honeymoon.”
My heart lifts, but then plummets. “Oh no.”
“What?”
“I don't have any money yet.”
“No…Daisy, Daisy.” He cups my face in his hands. “I am your husband. You are my wife. It is my job to provide for you. What's mine is yours. We didn’t have a prenup. You are…” He laughs. “Oh baby, wait until you find out that you a part owner in Wildfire Ranch.”
My mouth drops open, and he kisses my shocked lips.
“We’ll get Drew to set up a bank account for you and give you an advance on the next dividend so you have money, butI'mpaying for our honeymoon.” His voice is so stern, so strong and unwavering, that I can’t argue.
I don’t want to.
I love that Zane wants to take care of me.
I think he’s a bit silly to give me part of his ranch, but the honeymoon? Okay, he can pay for that.
I press my lips together, but I know my excitement is obvious.
He kisses the tip of my nose, then turns me back to the map. “Where do you want to go?”
As I peruse the map, his thumbs draw slow circles over my bare shoulders, which makes it very hard to think about travel.
“Well,” I managed to get out. “I always wanted to see the coast. So we could go to Seattle…”
“We're gonna get you a passport. Maybe we could go a little further afield?”
“Like Hawaii?”
“Don’t need a passport for that, either. How about Fiji? Or if you feel like a bit of culture, we could go the other direction.” His hand slides down my arm, circles my wrist, and points my index finger over to Europe. “How about Paris?”
He moves my finger over the map, murmuring other options, but my head is spinning.
“Zane?” My voice is shaking.
He makes a sound in response, and then I’m twisting in his arms, throwing myself at him.
“Let’s pick a trip later,” I moan as he catches me in his arms.
“What do you need, baby?”
I press my face into his neck as he hoists me up a little higher, palming my pass. “Just you,” I mumble, suddenly overwhelmed and turned on at the same time. “Just…Daddy.”
He groans and tightens his hold on me.
“Take me to bed, Zane.” I take a deep breath and kiss his jaw. “Take me to our bed and show me how soundproof this house really is.”
