Read Sinners On Tour 06.1 Take Me to Paradise (Encores #1) for Free Online

romp in the shower that had culminated in the comfortable king-sized bed, but the space beside her was empty. She lifted her head from the pillow and through the patio door spotted him standing against the balcony railing. He faced the ocean, his naked masculine form silhouetted by the orange globe of the sinking sun. Her girlish heart skipped a beat at the sight. She hadn’t known she still possessed a girlish heart before this man had become the most important facet of her life.
    Wrapping a sheet around her nude body, Myrna rose from the bed and approached her husband. Her heart thudded with the anticipation of his touch, his kiss. She wondered if he would always make her pulse race. She was sure that even if they were both in their nineties and living in a nursing home, the sight of him—hell, the thought of him—would make her heart flutter. There was only one thing missing from her happily ever after, but it wasn’t from lack of trying. She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen and prayed for the miracle she wanted to share with Brian. Maybe she’d already conceived. But wouldn’t she know if she had? She didn’t feel any different. Surely creating a new life that was a mix of herself and the man she loved would make her feel something.
    “I thought you were asleep¸” Brian said.
    She lifted her gaze to his and smiled. “I was. Is there a reason you didn’t want to share the sunset with me?”
    His arm circled her back, and he tugged her against his side. He placed a kiss near her temple and said, “I didn’t want to disturb your rest. I figured you were tired.”
    “I did enjoy that nap. Why aren’t you resting?”
    He shrugged. “I’m not really tired. I guess I’m used to traveling.”
    And it kept them apart far more than she liked. It also made getting pregnant exceedingly difficult. Maybe someday she’d be able to join him on tour, but her current job situation wouldn’t allow it. She was already pushing boundaries by taking off on her honeymoon in the middle of the semester. She had probably overplayed the “recovering from the accident” card, but when she’d glimpsed mortality, she had realized that the only thing in her life she couldn’t live without was Brian.
    “Hold on,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
    Myrna turned to watch him go into the suite. Yes, the sunset was spectacular, but it was no match for the allure of Brian Sinclair wearing nothing but her undivided attention. He switched on the kitchen light, and she could see him rummaging around, but she couldn’t tell what he was doing. A few moments later he returned with a bottle of champagne and a pair of flutes.
    “I figured a toast was in order,” he said.
    She remembered when he’d toasted her on their wedding night. He’d drenched her in champagne and licked it off her body. She wouldn’t mind a repeat performance, but tonight he played gentleman. After popping the cork, he poured them both a glass of champagne and set the bottle at their feet.
    “To Myrna,” he said, tilting his glass toward her. “More beautiful than a sunset, more precious than diamonds, and finer than silk. I love you more with each breath I take.”
    Her husband was an incurable romantic.
    Myrna lifted her glass. “To Brian, who’s forgotten that champagne tastes better like this.”
    She lifted her flute and tilted it toward her chest, a large drop splashing onto her chest before Brian caught her hand.
    “I haven’t forgotten,” he said, his intense dark eyes locked with hers.
    Her heart skipped a beat, and she wet her lips in preparation for his kiss.
    “But sometimes I’d like a moment to enjoy your company outside the bedroom.”
    “Technically, we’re not in the bedroom,” she said.
    He chuckled. “Baby, with you, everywhere is the bedroom.”
    “Then you have no choice. The only place to enjoy me is in the bedroom.”
    He shook his head, his lips twisted in an amused smile. “You’re too clever for your own