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breath, his arms wrapped around her and her fingers tangled in his hair. Her body pressing into his and their breath mingled.
    Seconds ticked by and she began to notice that they were still outside the house and in broad daylight. Panic raising she reached behind her and felt for the door knob, finding it she twisted it open and they stumbled inside. After a brief moment balancing herself she closed the door and glared at him from where he had tumbled to the floor.
    “I don’t think we should be doing that to where everyone can see,” she quipped.
    “There’s no one to see, everyone was either at work or the wedding,” Clayton drawled.
    “And don’t you have to go to work?” Carrow asked, the question bothering her. Well it was their wedding day, why should he have to work?
    He nodded and got to his feet. “I only have to go in for a little while to sort out some papers. I was hoping for an early supper and then some alone time with you.” He looked up at her from under those golden silky lashes, light jade eyes looking at her hopefully.
    She melted when he turned that smile on her, it wasn’t fair, but her nerves settled and she smiled back.
    He looked dazed for a moment.
    “I’ll make you supper and give you the alone time you want if you hurry. My nerves can’t take too make waiting, the excitement alone could kill me.”
    Carrow walked up to him and placed her hands on his chest. He was more than a foot taller than herself.
    “But you’re going to have to tell me what to do, as I haven’t the faintest idea of what will happen beyond that door.”
    He blushed but stared deeply into her eyes and smiled. “Only if you’ll go easy on me. I’m a bit rusty.”
    Her eyes widened. “You mean you haven’t…”
    He coughed. “I have but it’s been years since, well since…”
    Her eyes were wide. “Years? Is that even possible for a man? How many years?”
    “Well I was a virgin myself when I married Jenny and after she died well, I never looked at another woman who could stir my blood like you.” He blush deepened. “It’s been ten years, give or take.”
    “Oh,” she breathed. “You are a man of great patience, I think.”
    “Not today I’m not,” he growled before he attacked her lips again. This time she pinned him to the wall.
    After a while he begged of f gasping. “Woman, you make a man wish he could cut off his arm instead of going to work.”
    She gazed at his now red lips and rumpled hair and outfit. “Do you have to go ?” she breathed against his lips.
    “Yes-”
    “Is this something that could wait until morning?” she kissed his jaw.
    “Well-”
    “How could you leave me like this?” she asked wondrously. Her hand holding his and traveling down her well-formed hip. “I yearn for something I don’t understand. My body asking for something it doesn’t know.”
    She looked up into his eyes, they were almost completely black. “Will you leave me feeling so…so,” she paused to draw out the word, “needing?”
    With an aroused growl he pulled her body to his so she could feel the hard plains of his body. “To hell with work, I’m taking you to bed!” he kissed her quickly, fiercely and then picked her up in his arms and head up stairs to his bedroom, their bedroom.
    He took the stair s two at a time and kicked the door closed behind them. Carrow slipped slowly from his arms not breaking their kiss and gave into the demand of his tongue and opened her mouth slightly to allow his tongue into dance with her.
    She gasped slightly against his mouth in surprise, but was enjoying the delightful tingle dancing down her spine. Slowly she slipped her fingers under his cotton shirt and felt his hard muscled stomach, he certainly wasn’t soft like the men she knew back in New York. They didn’t work hard like her man did.
    He groaned as she raked her nails up lightly on his sides and he pulled her tighter to him.
    “Careful there, you don’t know what you’re asking for,