Dominated: The Enforcers 2 (The Enforcers Series) (32 page)

He’d never believed in heaven and hell but in short order Evangeline had made him keenly aware of both. Because when he was with her? Heaven. Absolute heaven. And without her . . . the very worst sort of hell. And well, if he had heaven to look forward to with Evangeline after their last day on earth? He suddenly didn’t mind the idea at all.

Heaven was where angels came from and Evangeline was the sweetest of all angels. He wasn’t a worthy man nor had he done anything to deserve redemption or even a glimpse of heaven and yet in Evangeline’s arms, he’d been closer than any man could ever hope to get to such goodness.

Once more Evangeline tugged at his hand and he shook himself from his silent perusal of his angel, blinking in confusion. Laughter glittered in her eyes as though she were enjoying a joke at his expense.

“I think this is where you kiss me,” she whispered.

Kiss her? They’d already gotten to the best part of the whole damn thing? Oh
hell
yeah. Kissing her he could definitely do. Something he planned to do a lot of. Next to the part where the minister declared them man and wife, kissing her was the best part of the ceremony.

With infinite reverence, he ran his fingers and palms down her face, caressing her pink cheeks, touching the fullness of her lips until he cupped her chin in his hand and then he leaned down to capture her mouth, shivering when she gave a breathy sigh of contentment.

No matter how often he kissed her—and he’d done little else since having her back—it was still like the first time all over again. Never would he get enough of her touch. Her warmth and her love.

His kiss deepened until he felt her lean fully into him, completely surrendering to his need to be as close to her as possible. Around him,
seemingly a great distance away, he heard sounds of amusement, laughter, even teasing but he didn’t give a damn. Not when he had what he loved most in his arms.

And if he wasn’t mistaken and he had indeed paid correct attention to the trial run from the night before, kissing his bride came
after
the minister declared them man and wife. Which meant he was kissing his
wife
. His angel. The mother of his child and of the many children he’d promised to give her in the future.

“Mine,” he murmured before plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth, uncaring of who witnessed his passionate declaration.

“Yours,” she whispered back. “Always and forever, Drake. I will always love you and I will always be yours.”

He closed his eyes as the betraying sting of tears burned his eyes. God but he loved this woman. More than he ever imagined loving another living person. For that matter, he’d never imagined anyone loving him. And yet the woman in his arms, the woman he’d just married loved him—had loved him—without conditions, strings. She’d never doubted him and she’d forgiven the unthinkable not once, but twice.

He gave up trying to suppress the wash of emotion that had flooded his very soul and he buried his face in her beautiful hair. He inhaled, taking her scent deeply so that it became a permanent part of him.

“I love you too, Angel,” he said hoarsely. “I’ll always love you. There will never be another woman for me.”

She pulled away, concern in her eyes as she reached to cup his cheek. “Drake, darling, what’s wrong?”

She looked alarmed as she studied his expression, no doubt seeing the evidence of tears in his eyes. Before he would have killed himself before ever allowing another person to see any perceived weakness in him. But with Evangeline? He knew he would always be safe with her.

“Not a damn thing,” he said, smiling down at her. “If I’m not mistaken, the ceremony is over and you’re my wife, Mrs. Donovan.”

He was absurdly delighted by hearing his last name associated with her, but then judging by the sudden joy that lit up her eyes, he wasn’t the only one gripped by that savage satisfaction.

“Which means,” he said, reaching for her hand in preparation of hauling her down the aisle—now his wife—“that it’s time to take my wife on her honeymoon.”

Laughter rang out over the church and he marveled at how beautiful the carefree sound was. They’d made it roughly three steps when Drake’s own joy took over and reality set in that this loving, generous woman was his! He swung her into his arms and carried her down the aisle, but he didn’t stop at the door, took no time to visit with well-wishers nor did he wait for his men to catch up. He simply carried her to the waiting car, and he made love to Mrs. Evangeline Donovan on their way to the
airport.

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