Page 83 of Fake Wife
“What?” My hands go to his shoulders and I push back. “Did you just ask what I think you did?”
“Vegas. Marry me. Tonight. What do you say?”
He’s crazy. We’re crazy. This is insane.
There’s nothing to say, except, “Yes. Of course. I love you.”
His mouth slams back into mine and we kiss like we can’t get enough of each other, and I never want to stop. I want him to rip off my clothes, throw me to floor, and slide deep inside. His excitement presses against my center and he yanks me to him, holds me at my hips, and grinds my body against him until I’m whimpering, needy.
So in love with him I think I might burst from the sensation of all of it.
“Corbin,” I groan. “I’m so close.” He stills me. Shuffles us to our feet.
His eyes are hazy. Cheeks flushed. I’ve succeeded in messing his hair up more than it was earlier. Shaking his head, he peppers my lips and cheeks and jaw with kisses. “No. I meant it. I want to make love to my wife. Go pack a bag. I’ll call Trey and Caitlin and get flights.”
“Are we doing this?” My legs are still wobbly and I can barely breathe. “We’re doing this, right? Getting married?”
“Do you want to make a life with me?”
“Of course.”
“Then yes. We’re getting married.” He walks by me, smacking me on my backside. “Go hurry.”
I rush up the stairs and pack a bag. I don’t bother to stop and think about what we’re doing.
It doesn’t matter.
I love him, and he loves me. It doesn’t matter if this is crazy. Our entire relationship has been insane. There’s no one else I want to be crazy with.
Corbin is it for me. And after tonight I will no longer be his fake fiancée.
I will be his wife. For real. And there’s nothing that could tempt me to second-guess our decision.
Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER
Corbin
My wife takes my breath away every time I look at her.
The night of our wedding, I could hardly breathe. She stood next to me wearing a blue silk dress, nothing wedding-like about it, but it didn’t matter. I’d marry the woman every day, for the rest of my life, in a paper sack or nothing at all.
Which is my favorite outfit of hers next to her skinny jeans and riding boots she’s currently sporting.
We’ve done it. Two years, and I have the final paperwork in my hands to reinforce what we’ve already started.
She’s mine. My wife. My family. We’re reaching our dreams, knocking them down one at a time, and this is another step in our journey. Pointless, because the papers in my hand mean nothing.
We’ve been living at Cannon Bluffs since the day we returned from our week in Vegas. Married the night we got there, we didn’t leave our suite at The Mirage until we needed to board our plane.
We skipped right over the condo in Portland and went straight to our bed at our home.
And God, I’d still be in bed with her two years later if we didn’t both have our goals.
I’ve never been more proud of Teagan. I’ve known exactly what I wanted out of life ever since I built my first piece of furniture. She was my catalyst for finding the strength to go for it.
But Teagan? She grows more confident and beautiful every day. I’ve watched her graduate, finally getting her bachelor’s degree in business. I’ve watched her have a hand in everything, from the moment I began building a horse barn and paddock for her along with an indoor ring for colder weather.
