That Wedding (70 page)

My husband!

"Okay, what does my
husband
want? That sounds so weird. My husband."

"Your husband loves this dress. He thinks you look beautiful in it, but I'll tell you a dirty little secret. All he's been thinking about is how he can't wait to take it off you."

His eyes are dark and smoldering. I know what that means.

"No, Phillip. I seriously need to take this dress off, put the other one on quick, and then get back down here. I'm talking a max of like five minutes."

He grins at me and lowers his voice to that sexy volume. "Fine, but I'm gonna help you."

He has a stubborn look on his face. "You're not going to give in on this, are you?"

"Nope." He grins sexily at me.

"Fine. Come on." I grab his hand and rush him out the side door.

We get to the Honeymoon Suite, and Phillip says, "Do you have a key?"

Crap. The key.

"Well, yeah, I have a key, but um..."

"What?"

"Uh, well, it's not like I have a purse or pockets in this dress."

He pulls the top of my dress outward, stares down my cleavage, and looks for the key. "I don't see it."

The grin on his face makes me laugh. Seriously, it's like he just saw boobs for the first time.

"Just turn around."

"Just where exactly
is
this key?" he asks with a raspy, breathless voice.

"Remember the day I took your car keys when you got mad at me for the shoes?"

"Oh, God. This is even better than I could've imagined. But don't worry your pretty little head, Phillip has this all under control."

He gets down on his knees, and I pray no one walks down the hall while his head is under my dress retrieving the key. Although honestly, he could probably almost hide under there.

He slowly runs his hand from my ankle to my knee. Then he kisses his way up my thigh. I let out a big breath because now he's running his hand across the edges of my something blue. I'm getting a little worried that he's going to forget about the key completely. "We need to hurry, Phillip."

He ignores me, as usual, when there's only one thing on his mind. Finally, thankfully, a few seconds later, he kisses my hip and says, "Got it!" I feel the key slide out from the side of my underwear.

He gets up fast, unlocks the door, sweeps me off my feet, and carries me across the threshold of our honeymoon suite.

His eyes look even darker.

He shuts the door and gets right down to business. And that business is not taking off my dress as planned.

He kisses my exposed shoulders, my neck, my lips. Then he looks at the back of my dress like it's a difficult golf putt. Like how they get down and look at it from all different angles. "There isn't a zipper."

"No, Phillip, you have to unbutton every single button."

"Damn." He looks some more.

"I can get Lori to come up and do it."

"Oh, no, you're not. I got this."

He stands behind me, concentrating on the buttons. And the funny part is, he starts with the bottom button and works his way up to the top.

"Phillip, you're like doing it backwards."

"No, I'm getting the right effect. Just you wait." He undoes all the buttons except for the very top one. Then he stands in front of me. He wraps his arms around me, unbuttons the final button, stands back a little, and lets it go.

My dress slowly slides down off of me, and I'm now wearing nothing but
a something blue
thong.

Phillip lets out a heavy breath and says, "God, you take my breath away."

In one quick motion, he puts his hand around my waist, lifts me up out of the frothy fabric pile, and pins me on the bed.

He kisses me deeply then pulls off his shirt and pants. He never breaks eye contact with me.

I seriously have no idea when he even took off his jacket.

Okay, I have to say this, and then I'm going to tell him,
Uh, no
.

My husband is so freaking sexy!!!

He's not the only one that can't breathe.

I read somewhere in the millions of wedding articles and websites that you should take time for a few private moments on your wedding day, and I guess this would be considered a private moment.

But still, we planned this.

"Phillip, we can't do this now. It's our wedding night. We discussed this. Remember? Come up after the reception, take a warm bubble bath, drink champagne, relax, and then, you know."

"You changed the plans when you changed the dress."

"Phillip, I don't wanna look back on our wedding night as nothing but a quickie!"

"No problem, Mrs. Mackenzie," he says as he pulls the last scrap of lace off me. "I see no reason why we have to compromise. I see no reason why we can't have both."

And then, well.

It's my wedding night! Well, kinda, almost my wedding night. I'm not gonna tell him no.

While everyone was drinking and dancing, the ceremony area was being totally transformed. Phillip knows we're having an after party and helped picked out the great food, but he thinks it's being held here.

At midnight, the DJ stops playing and announces that the after party area is now open and to head that way for food and fun.

I grabbed Phillip's hand to lead the way.

He stepped into the room and saw the Husker themed sports bar that Amy had suggested. We had pool tables, ping pong tables, dartboard machines, karaoke, and foosball brought in. Drink options are coffee or kegged beer out of red cups. There's white lounge seating with red and black pillows and portable white bleachers. There's even a replica Husker scoreboard that says
Bride
and
Groom
instead of
Home
and
Visitor
.

Phillip gives me wide half-drunken grin. "You're seriously The. Coolest. Wife. Ever."

We laughed and watched our friends' looks of surprise as they came into the after party. I also notice that Joey, who caught the garter, has his arm tightly wrapped around my sorority little sis and bridesmaid, Chelsea, who is still clutching the bouquet she caught.

Everyone seemed pretty excited.

The pingpong tables were quickly converted to beer pong tables. The groom was bodily carried off to the keg to do a keg stand. Blake, Nick, and Danny did a hilarious karaoke rendition of
I Kissed a Girl
.

I laughed so hard.

By the time we left the after party, Nick was passed out on the white couch, and Katie was making out with Neil behind the bleachers. Some things never change.

Phillip unlocks the door to our honeymoon suite and carries me over the threshold again. The room looks amazing. There are candles lit, rose petals sprinkled across the bed, and two of the rose bouquets from the reception are sitting on the night stand.

Phillip does a silly little dance. "Let's get this wedding night started."

I think he's pretty tipsy.

I wonder if the wedding night is going to go as planned, but Phillip suddenly gets very serious.

We slowly undress each other, and then he leads me into the bathroom. In the bathroom are four more of the rose arrangements and more gently flickering candles. A bath has already been drawn and sitting next to the tub is a silver tray with our favorite dessert shots and tea light candles. Attached to it is a note that says,
Congrats! Love, the dessert fairy
.

You know your wedding was a success when......

You got married.

All the parents show up at your farewell brunch wearing the matching black plastic sunglasses from the hangover kits you handed out.

Most of your groomsmen are still wearing their tuxedos and are still drunk because they have yet to stop partying.

Your sweet sorority sister is doing what appears to be the walk of shame. Granted, Chelsea isn't still wearing last night's dress and clutching her heels and her underwear, but her and Joey both arrive fashionably late at the exact same time. They're grinning at each other in that naughty inside joke kind of way. And knowing Joey, he was very naughty.