Any Way You Want It (Brand Clan #2)(89)

She pointed across the beach.

As he turned and started toward the white cottage, she marveled at the strength of his arms. She knew he could carry her up and down the entire length of the beach without ever faltering.

Smiling at the thought, she tenderly framed his face between her hands. He’d been a constant in her life, his role evolving over the years. Protector, hero, friend, lover. It was only natural that he now become her husband.

Glancing around the palm-fringed beach, she remembered, once again, that this was where it all began.

They’d come full circle.

“This is perfect,” Remy murmured, gazing around with the same sense of wonder she felt.

“Yes, it is,” she said softly. “It couldn’t be more perfect.”

“We should find a minister to marry us right here on the beach.”

Her pulse leaped. “Ooh, how romantic.”

“This week.”

“This week?”

“Why not? We’re both here.”

“That’s true,” Zandra smilingly agreed, fingering the gold rank insignia on his breast pocket, “but if we eloped and deprived your mother and Grandma Eleanor of planning our wedding, they’d kill us. And you know it.”

“Yeah, I know,” Remy grumbled. “Damn.”

Zandra laughed, leaning down to nip at his jaw. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t get married here. Just not this week.”

“Soon, though. I don’t want a long engagement. I’ve waited long enough.”

“Aye aye, sir.” Zandra smiled, nibbling his lower lip. “I’m coming off the Pill.”

He stared into her eyes. “You are?”

She nodded. “I want babies. Lots of them. Like your family.”

His gaze was fiercely tender. “Nothing would make me happier.”

“Good.” She smiled dreamily as he nuzzled her throat. “You’re going to teach them how to swim like you taught me—minus the taunting.”

He laughed. “Yes, ma’am. No taunting the tadpoles.”

“That’s right. And we’re going to bring them here every summer. We’ll take them snorkeling, and we’ll frolic on the beach and build sandcastles with them.”

“Mmm. Sounds like an absolutely beautiful plan.” He feathered kisses over the flesh above her breasts, sending hot flickers of desire through her. She closed her eyes, already anticipating the endless nights of passion that awaited them.

“I want to make love at sunrise,” she breathed as they reached the cottage, where his suitcase waited on the porch. “I want to feel you deep inside me as the sky blushes.”

Remy shuddered with pleasure. “Any way you want it, my queen,” he whispered against her parted lips. “Any way you want it....”