Page 250 of Nobody's Girl

She stands and hurries to wash me the rest of the way. “There. You’re done,” she says.

Rising, I take her by the waist and lift her up, pressing her up against the wall. “I love you, Mrs. Fontaine,” I say as I press my body against hers.

“I love you, Mr. Fontaine,” she says, then her mouth presses to mine and I fall apart.

Every place she touches me sets my skin on fire. Her hands run over my back as my tongue claims every space of her mouth. I want every bit of her.

Her breasts press against my chest, their nipples hard. One foot begins to travel up my calf, then the other follows as she attempts to wrap her legs around my waist.

I push away from her. “No,” I say. “I’m taking you to our bed. Our first times needs to be done right. I don’t want to have sex with you, Alyssa. I want to make love to you.”

I press the button and the water goes off. Fluffy, white towels sit on the counter top. Wrapping her up in one, I wrap one around my waist. Her body is light as I pick her up and carry her to our bed.

Our bed! How long I’ve waited for this.

I set her down on the bed, her body kept from my view by the towel. I remove it, then drop mine. “You are perfect, Alyssa.”

“No more than you, my prince.” Her eyes smolder as she looks me over.

I drop to my knees on the side of the bed and take her hand in mine.

“Alyssa, you are precious to me. You’ve had to agree to so many things you never thought you’d have to. I want you to know we can do this when you want. I’m putting the consummation of this marriage in your hands.”

The softness in her voice makes my heart swell as she says, “Eden, my love, thank you for putting this in my hands. I’ve had to swallow my pride and vow to things I don’t believe in. It’s wonderful to know that if I say we wait on this, then we do.”

Her eyes search mine for a long while. I cannot read her thoughts. She moves her body away from me, moving further onto the bed. Her answer, I assume.

Her slender hand pats the bed next to her. “Please come join your wife, love. I’ll not have one night go by where we don’t have a taste of the love we share. Take me, my prince, I am yours.”

My heart pounds at her words. “And I am yours, Princess,” I say as I slide onto the bed next to her.

Dim light throws shadows over the contours of her face. My hand flows over her high cheek bones as I look into her sapphire eyes. The darkness of her thick lashes make them stand out. They twinkle up at me.

She is beyond comparison!

Though I ache to be inside her, I wait. Stroking her arm with one hand and her thigh with the other, I watch her eyes as she watches mine. I move to straddle her body and run my hands over her ample breasts, then down to her flat stomach. I lean over and kiss her stomach where I hope to one day see it swollen with our child.

Slowly, I kiss my way up to her breast, popping one into my mouth. Her hands tangle in my hair and she moans softly. I fight the urge to thrust my erection into her innocence.

I must take my time!

As I kiss and nip at her breast, I run my hand down between her legs, stroking the small bud in the center. Her hands tighten in my hair, pulling at it. “Kiss me, Eden.”

Her voice is raspy and I find it intoxicating. Trailing kisses up from her breast to her neck, I finally place my lips to hers and she opens her mouth for me to enter. Slowly, I move my tongue in and she wraps hers around mine.

The heat which has filled me intensifies. My kiss grows hungry and frantic as her nails bite into the flesh of my back.

She reaches between us and takes hold of my cock. The silkiness of her skin on me nearly throws me over the edge. I want her.

I need to be inside her!

Pulling my mouth from hers, I move my body down hers, running my tongue over her breast, down her stomach, and over the small bud. Her hips arch up as I do.

As I kiss her clit, I put one finger in her, finding her wet, and ready. She is tight, though. Her walls squeeze even one finger. I ease it back out and push it in. Her hands tangle in my hair again.

“Eden,” she groans.

I move my finger in and out, trying to get her as wet and ready as I can. As I dart my tongue over her swollen clit and move my finger inside her, she arches up and pulls hard at my hair.