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vanity seat to put on my sparkly shoes. Already I’m hesitant about going to dinner this way because of the awareness I have at not having any undies on.  
    The feel of the silver material beneath my rear, the way my clitoris warms when I cross my legs to fasten the straps around my ankles. How will I get through an entire night of this?
    Heels on, I put the finishing touches on my makeup, leaving my hair down and curled about my neck and shoulders because I feel the need for concealment. I might like the more sensual, adventurous side of married life, but the fact remains that I’m new at it. I’m a quick study and willing participant, but new all the same.
    I brave entering the bedroom and find Sean standing on the balcony staring toward the ocean. He’s left the doors open and the tropical breeze lifts my hair but does little to cool my over-heated skin. “I’m ready,” I tell him, wondering what he’ll think.  
    I’ve very carefully saved and shopped for new clothes, and as luck would have it-- or as I believe God provided-- I found every item on my honeymoon list, usually discounted or on clearance. I’m sure God has more important things to deal with than my honeymoon clothing preferences, but I also believe nothing is too small for His attention and I’m grateful He’s provided for me.  
    Sean turns to look at me and I watch his gaze warm as looks me over.  
    “Beautiful. Are you hungry?”
    “Very.” Other than light snacks and drinks on the beach, I haven’t had real food since breakfast.
    “Are you wearing panties?”
    I feel the surge of heat rushing into my face as it happens, earning another of Sean’s sensual grins. He loves making me blush. But I’m not about to back down from a challenge. “No.”
    He seems a bit surprised by my answer. His eyes widen slightly but he nods his approval as he approaches me and drops a kiss to my cheek.
    “I can’t wait to taste you,” he murmurs, his hand lightly grasping my elbow to steer me back inside and across the suite to the door.  
    It isn’t until we are in the elevator that I realize I left my wrap in the room. I feel Sean staring at my chest and while a glance into the elevator’s mirrored wall shows that I’m perfectly covered, I know my nipples are peaked and hard. I’m so thankful for the beaded bodice because it covers my reaction, though nothing can hide my flushed face from Sean.
    Sean’s made reservations at one of the more elaborate hotel restaurants. The interior is candlelit and atmospheric, with a piano player fingering the keys in a far corner.
    “Are you wet?” Sean murmurs once we are seated and alone.
    I gape at him before quickly glancing around to see if someone heard him. “N-no,” I gush.
    “It’s a sin to lie, Ava.”
    I feel my cheeks burst into flames once more and I wonder how many times tonight Sean will leave me breathless and red-faced.  
    The waiter appears and I relax a bit seeing as how Sean won’t say things like that in front of the hotel staff. He might say them to me to get me flustered, but he isn’t a man who would ever deliberately embarrass or hurt a woman, most especially me. It’s one of the many traits I love about him.
    Sean and I talk about the beach and possibly taking a tour of the island. Our drinks arrive first, then the food, and then I realize we’re all but alone in the busy restaurant. Every table is full, we lack for nothing, and therefore the wait staff is occupied elsewhere.
    I wait for Sean to make another move but he simply digs into his food and urges me to eat, gazing at me as though I’m the only woman in the room. That’s such a heady feeling, that awareness that my husband is blatantly attracted to me. Like so many other women I see my flaws when I look in a mirror but Sean... He seems blind to them.
    After dessert Sean takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. I love dancing with him, the way he cradles me against him and we sway back and forth. Once the song