Forsaking All Others (23 page)

“I want to make you the best husband you could ever want. I already know you'll be the best wife. We can have a great life together.”

Jessica cupped Weston's face with her two hands. “We can have it all. Just you and me, together forever, forsaking all others.”

As if Weston hadn't already done enough for Jessica to try and make her Valentine's Day the best, he told her to get ready for the massage he had scheduled. It would be administered after she received a chocolate body scrub. He then handed her a basic black, one-piece bathing suit he had purchased for her.

Jessica had not a clue what a chocolate scrub was, but it definitely sounded scrumptious to her. Weston was a serious chocoholic so she was surprised he wasn't receiving a body scrub, too. However, he was joining her later for a fun dip in the hot tub. No sooner had she had changed into the swimwear than a knock came on the door. Since Weston had disappeared, she couldn't thank him for all the amazing surprises. Jessica ran to get the door.

Two extremely well-maintained, statuesque females entered the room after introducing themselves as Ingrid and Ana, from Sweden. The blondes were also rather pretty. Wasting no time at all, the two sexy-looking therapists went right to work on setting up the portable massage table.

In a matter of minutes, the therapists began working Jessica over.

Feeling utterly divine and totally relaxed from the serious work-over administered to her by the very capable Swedish therapists, Jessica plucked off the silver tray one of the chocolate-dipped strawberries. As she held the strawberry up to Weston's mouth, he bit a large chunk out of it. She sank her teeth into the other end, tasting it first and then consuming the remainder of the sweet, juicy fruit.

As Jessica's full, moist lips met with Weston's, she flicked her tongue across his lower one, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate left there. “Mmm,” she moaned softly, “your lips taste divine.”

Weston picked up another strawberry and held it over the wick of the candle until the chocolate began to melt. As he let the liquid drizzle onto Jessica's breasts, he had fun slowly licking off the sweetness, making her purr softly.

Weston looked deeply into Jessica's eyes. “Do you, Jessica Nicole Harrington, take Weston Roman Chamberlain to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” she breathed, trying hard not to giggle. Jessica rested her forehead against Weston's. “Do you, Weston Roman Chamberlain, take Jessica Nicole Harrington to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward?”

“I do,” he whispered huskily, “always and forever.”

“We now pronounce each other husband and wife,” they said, sealing their vows with a staggering kiss.

As the steamy jets swirled and pounded around their nude bodies, Jessica settled herself onto Weston's lap. As if it wasn't hot enough in the hot tub, the heat flaming from their bodies, their skin slick with the expensive massage oils, had caused the water temperature to soar.

Jessica had made sure Weston's manhood was well oiled so the drying heat wouldn't affect their lovemaking. As he entered her molten treasure, their lips came together in a flesh-melting kiss. The sweet tension heightened, as they began riding the waves of their combined passion, not in any real hurry to reach the much sought-after pinnacle. While Jessica and Weston wildly heeded the call of their love-starved bodies, she knew she'd never get enough of the man she loved enough to marry. They could make love all night…and she'd still want more and more of him.

As the couple's world splintered into a million tiny fragments, their earth-shattering climax was more powerful than the first. They breathlessly screamed out each other's name, confessing their undying love.

Jessica and Weston couldn't wait for their magical fairy-tale day to arrive, the day they would finally enter into holy matrimony, into wedded bliss, forsaking all others…until death do they part.