Chapter Eighteen
Since their wedding, the past nights they'd lain together Reece held onto her, tightly. To be sure, Beth had wanted her husband to press his suit and claim his marital rights. But he insisted on taking things slowly; on the two of them getting to know each other as they were now.
Beth had been content to play along. So long as he stole kisses from her after breakfast. So long as he opened his strong arms to her each night. So long as he pressed his nose into her hair when their heads hit the pillow.
She could spend the rest of her life receiving light caresses from her husband. She could wait forever in his attentive embraces. She could hold still and tamp down her desire for more interminably, so long as his lips remained pressed against her hair, her cheek, her lips.
