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Adam kept his gaze fondly on his brand new wife as, together, they cut the wedding cake. His right hand was almost completely covering her much smaller one, and slowly, they sliced through the first piece.
Amy could hardly contain the giggles she felt starting up as she dropped the knife on the table, grabbing for the huge slab of dessert. In one swift move, she turned and smeared the icing all over her newlywed husband's face.
The blond man in turn let out a booming laugh and gave her a mischievous look.
"Oh, you asked for it... And you're gonna get it, too."
The redhead playfully pulled away from him for a beat, as though she feared he was going to throw the entire cake at her. Then, inching right back close to him, she gazed up into his face, her hazel eyes lighting up.
"I'd *better* get it," she remarked with a smirking smile. "I'm counting on that." She stood up on her tiptoes to lick the icing off his face. They were both aware of the laughter and applause from their guests.
"Mmm... I can hardly wait," the tall blond man murmured. He held her securely to him with his left around around her waist, his free hand reaching for some of the cake that had fallen on the table. He brought it over and stuffed a rather large piece into Amy's mouth, then surprised her by kissing her, his tongue jutting in to taste it as well.
Amy let out a small, muffled laugh, amazed that she didn't choke. This was absolutely the best night of her life. She was now married to the love of her life, and she was having a blast.
The live band suddenly began to play a song. It was more on the slower, romantic side in spite of both the bride and groom's preference for heavier music. They broke their kiss, and Adam gazed down into her beautiful hazel eyes, smiling. Without a word, instead communicating silently and with eyes and body only, the tall blond man reached down with his good hand for hers, and they made their way to a free spot on the dance floor.
Amy bit her lip and felt butterflies flapping their tiny, paper-thin wings throughout her stomach as his arms wrapped securely around her waist. She raised her arms to clasp them around his neck, her gaze locked on his. The intensity in his forest-green eyes was incredible. She thought it was a good thing he was holding her up, because she might have slipped right to the floor otherwise. And slowly, the two began to dance in time with the music, their gazes never leaving one another.
Adam lowered his head to hers, pressing his forehead against hers. He stole a quick little kiss, a smile adorning his handsome face afterward.
"I apologize in advance if I step on your toes."
The redhead laughed softly. He was so silly... Silly and sweet and wonderful. God, she loved him.
"You're not gonna step on my toes, honey," she said teasingly. "But if you do, you're gonna have an awful lot of making it up to me to do." Her smile increased by a mile.
He raised both of his eyebrows, enjoying the sound of that idea. He kept in mind that they were most definitely not alone and refrained from sliding his hands down to her butt.
"Mmm... What if I want to 'make it up' to you, anyway?"
Amy craned her neck to quickly capture his lips, licking one last little bit of icing she had missed moments earlier. Then, her gaze fixed on his emerald orbs, she posed her mischievous question.
"What exactly do you have in mind?"
"Well... Mrs. Copeland..." Adam began his reply, and the redhead felt shivers race up her spine. God, she loved the way that sounded. The moment they'd gotten engaged, she knew she would just take *his* name instead of keeping her own, and instead of hyphenating his name to hers. Call her old-fashioned, but she felt this way was better. After all, she was now his wife.
"... I'm not sure I can say right at this moment," he concluded, a small smile quirking his full lips. "Because if I do, I might be in a lot of trouble in a minute."
Amy let out a soft but throaty laugh.
"You're insatiable, aren't you?" she asked softly. It was only at that moment that she realized other people had gotten up to join them on the dance floor.
"For you, always," the blond man replied. There was an intense gleam in his green eyes, and again, the bride was relieved he was holding her securely. Right about now, she felt as though she could just melt to the floor.
They continued to dance in comfortable silence for a few more moments, and then Adam lowered his head enough to whisper into her ear again.
"How about we get out of here and go someplace where we can be alone?"
She stared up into his face with surprise, her eyes widening. Was he serious?
"What? Right... right *now*?"
Adam smiled and nuzzled her affectionately.
"Of course right now," he murmured. "Come on, Ames... I want you so badly, I'm gonna explode."
Her eyes were still wide as she glanced down at his body. Damn her, but she hated being so oblivious of her surroundings.
"But... *Now*? What about everyone else?"
He pressed her more firmly against his body, his breath hot, voice husky as he whispered again.
"No one else matters but us. Come on, baby. Just for a little while." He kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue demanding. Then, breaking it, he continued. "No one will miss us."
"'No one will miss us?'" she echoed incredulously. "We're the bride and groom!"
Adam chuckled, unconcerned. He stopped dancing and tugged on her hand, leading her off the dance floor and across the reception hall. She had no choice but to go along with him, but he was her husband and she loved him - and damn her, but the idea of sneaking off to for awhile to make love to him was such a turn-on.
They exchanged glances as they made it outside the hall, and she laughed softly.