“If I let you leave our suite, Mrs. Yates.” Summer blushes and nudges him.
“I could say the same to you, Mr. Yates.” He leans to kiss her, and a soft wet snowflake drops onto her cheek. Summer gasps in surprise. “Look, Victor.” Snow begins to fall, painting a beautiful scene.
The ride to the resort only takes a few minutes more, and they are led into a large spacious entry, with wood paneled walls. A concierge greets them and takes care of their bags.
“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Yates. You are staying in one of our tower suites. It has an amazing view of the mountains, with a private bath and fireplace.” He leads them through the hotel and gives them a quick history. “Our resort has two hundred thirty-nine rooms, but only two tower suites. Afternoon tea and cookies are served at two p.m.,” his words are lost on Summer as Victor's hand squeezes hers. Her nerves are beginning to grow. It is late, well after eight p.m. and she is contemplating her first evening as his wife.
“Here we are.” He opens the door, and they step into a large circular room with three massive windows, golden colored walls, and a rich burgundy rug in front of an impressive stone fireplace. A sparkling chandelier glows from the nine-foot-tall ceilings and a beautiful mahogany king size bed with a pair of sitting chairs.
“It’s lovely.” Summer gasps.
“Thank you for your help,” Victor says guiding the man back to the door. When she hears the click of the lock, she turns back to look at him.
“Look, Alex sent champagne,” she smiles as she reads the note and then slowly unbuttons her wrap revealing her shoulders. Victor smiles and removes his overcoat.
Summer licks her lips and watches as he removes his vest, then begins loosening his cravat. “Are you hungry?” she whispers. “I could order room service.”
“No.” Victor crosses the room and grasps her waist gently pulling her to his body leaving no space between them. “I love you, Mrs. Yates. I want to spend the rest of our lives showing you how much.”
Summer looks deep into his eyes and seeing the love in his gaze. Her mouth meets his in a slow, deep kiss. He runs his hands up and down the back of her dress enjoying the silky-smooth feel of her skin against his hands.
His touch stirs emotions in her that are nearly overwhelming. “Thank you for giving me a perfect memory.” Her hands trail up the back of his neck driving him to distraction.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Summer, but I’m so glad you are mine. I plan to fill your life with more beautiful memories. I can’t promise they will always be perfect, but I can promise that I will be at your side no matter what.”
“That’s a good start.” She begins unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. “I don’t require perfection, Victor, nor fairy tales. You are better than anything I could have dreamed up.” He pulls the pins from her hair, and it tumbles in long golden curls around her shoulders.
Victory continues letting his hands wander over her body, nibbling on her shoulder and leaving a trail of pleasure along the lacy edge of her gown's neckline. Summer's head falls back, and she sighs in pleasure, he chuckles when goosebumps erupt.
He holds her hand and draws her further into the room towards the hearth. “Let’s warm you up.” More kisses follow, and Summer smiles when he unbuttons the sleeves on his shirt. The crackling fire in the fireplace fills the room with a romantic ambiance. She kicks off her shoes and turns away from him.
“Can you help me with my ties?” she asks. Her ball gown has large golden ribbons that crisscross down the back.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He slowly begins to unlace her straps. “I see you are practical and beautiful.” Softly pressing kisses to her shoulders, he laughs as he works. “I was worried about a million buttons.” Summer laughs and twists in his arms when she feels her bodice loosen. She wants to watch the passion grow in his eyes when he looks at her.
“I’m sorry to inform you, Mr. Yates, but it won’t be as easy as a few straps.” Her hand pushes at the sleeves of her dress, watching his eyes heat and when her dress falls in a satiny pool at her feet, Victor stares in appreciation.
Summer wears a white lace corset with matching stockings and garters. Desire and heat flood his entire being, and all rational thought takes flight. “You are spectacular,” he growls reaching for her. A sudden case of nerves has her backing away from him. He stalks her, backing her up until she bumps into the bed.
The firelight dances over her pale skin and his mouth waters with the need to taste her. He wars with the need to take and the desire to go slow and make it special for her. “Why don’t you help me?” Victor glances down at her trembling hands.
Summer tugs on his shirt untucking it from his trousers. Slowly she unbuttons his shirt, placing fiery kisses on his hot skin. He groans in pleasure, closing his eyes as her hands rub his chest in awe. Lost in the feel of her touch, his eyes fly open when her hands touch his waist. Victor pulls her against him kissing her until they are both in danger of losing control.
No longer afraid, Summer revels in the sensations. Turning, she laughs, “Could you help me?” He struggles with the back of her corset, tempted to pull his knife and slice the ties.
“What if we try the hooks, Victor?” He follows her gaze to the movement of her corset and watches as she unfastens the hooks one, by one. Together they laugh, kiss,
