The hallway of my honeymoon destination hotel smelled very deeply like salt and coconut, the scent of the ocean still clinging to my skin.
My heels clicked against the marble floor, quick and sharp, but I didn’t get too far. Fred's fingers caught my wrist, then my waist, pulling me back against him until my spine met the heat of his chest.
“You wore this on purpose,” he murmured into my ear, his voice low and rough. His palm slid up the side of my thigh beneath the slit of my dress. The movement was slow, like he had all the time in the world.
The elevator chimed, breaking the heavy silence between us. I stepped inside without answering, my lips curving in a smile that I knew would get under his skin. He followed, his hand never leaving my leg.
The doors began to close, and his knuckl
