She reluctantly has to pull away to tug at his pants, wanting to put them both on the same level again. Natalie has mastered restraint, not yet showing exactly how much she wants him right here and now. It wouldn’t do to rush their first night and she has always enjoyed the slow build with him.

It’s when she’s tossed his pants aside that she steps between his knees again to hoist herself into his lap, straddling his hips just the way she likes. There’s still her hair to deal with, perfectly pinned; she can easily undo it with a shake of her head but she also suspects that he wants everything to do with dismantling her bridal look now that they’re finally alone.

“How’s that?” she murmurs, brushing her lips over his forehead.