“Really?” she asks, looking up at me with shimmering eyes. “You really think so?”
“Yes!” I exclaim, sitting forward to touch her hand. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Now I know you’ve been drinking too much,” she chuckles.
“Look, maybe,” I say. “But it’s only given me the courage to say what I was already thinking. From the first moment I saw you, I’ve wanted to get to know you. I consider myself extremely lucky that my chosen bride is beautifulandsmart.”
She looks away, trying to hide her blushing cheeks. “Well, obviously I’ve had way too much to drink,” she says. “Because I’m starting to believe you.”
I slip forward to kneel on the floor at her feet, my hands coming up to touch her cheeks. She freezes like a deer in crosshairs, every muscle strung tight, ready to flee.
Don’t. Stay. Please stay.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, trying to put as much meaning as I can into the words. “And I am honored to have you as my wife.”
Something breaks in her, and the tension runs out of her body. She leans forward, relaxing into my grip, and I rise up a little until our lips touch.
At first, it’s the lightest of touches, the barest graze of skin. I’m ready to pull away when Sara grabs my shoulders and leans down further, pressing her lips to mine.
A groan rises in my chest as heat streaks through me, all my pent-up desire mingling with the brandy and rushing every drop of blood in my body straight to my cock. I’m held in her grip—her hands on my shoulders, her lips locked on mine. I don’t dare move as she deepens the kiss, our lips getting hot and slick as she explores with her tongue.
Sara leans forward, putting her full weight on my shoulders and keeping me pinned on my knees. I tilt my head back, letting her kiss me, the soft, experimental flicks of her tongue teasing me as the intensity builds with agonising slowness.
A little moan of pleasure eases through her lips, and her hands loosen on my shoulders, running down my upper arms. As she tilts forward, I reach up, gently touching her shoulders to hold my own balance. She slowly trails her fingers back up to my shoulders, tracing lightly up the back of my neck and making goosebumps explode down my spine.
My legs are starting to cramp, and my cock is painfully trapped against my pants as it slowly gets harder than it's ever been, but I don’t dare move.
With another happy sigh, she puts one hand on the back of my neck and rests her forehead against mine. Her other hand slips under my collar, down my chest, pushing the edges of the shirt out of the way as she caresses me with her fingertips.
The light touch sends shivers running down my belly, and my aching cock presses painfully against my pants. I tighten my grip on her shoulders, straightening up a little as I try to relieve the pressure.
“Hmm…” Sara mutters, stroking my chest as her other hand grips my neck. As I pull back, I see that her eyes are closed, and her deep red lips are curved with a soft, drunken smile.
I lean in and press my lips to hers, my hands tightening on her upper arms as I pull her towards me. A groan rips out of my throat as I pull her closer, my lips roughly shoving at hers as I search for her tongue with mine. For a moment, she submits to the kiss and goes limp in my hands, and something inside me breaks. I grip her upper arms and lean upwards as I pull her down, ready to hurl her onto the floor and indulge myself in every inch of her gorgeous body.
Suddenly, she sits up, pushing me away with both hands. I rock back on my heels, almost dizzy enough to fall straight on my ass.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp, trying to regain my balance as I stagger to my feet. “I—ah—I should probably just leave you be and go to bed. Goodnight.”
“Wait,” Sara says, grabbing my hand before I can walk away.
“Yes?” I ask, looking down at her. She’s more beautiful than ever with her hair tousled, her eyes bright, and her mouth flushed red from our kiss.
“Can you—would you like to sleep in the big bed tonight?” she asks hesitantly, as if it’s difficult to get the words out. “With me?”
I tighten my hand on hers, feeling my blood rushing with heat again as lust rises in me.
“Yes,” I answer. “Yes, I would.”
Chapter 14 - Sara
What the fuck am I doing?
I know I’ve had way too much to drink, and I shouldn’t be making any life-altering decisions at this point, but the warmth I feel for Shawn seems real. It feels like safety, and I don’t want this night to end.
I take his hand and lead him through the house, nerves and excitement running through my blood in equal measure. Even though there is fear in me, I also feel completely safe.
I’ve never been close with a man before. They always laughed at me because of my weight, and I learned to hide away. But Shawn thinks I’m beautiful.
