He leaned up long minutes later, looking down at her with nothing but love in his eyes. “Tomorrow,” he said. “First thing.”
“Tomorrow, what?”
“We’re getting married.”
Even though she couldn’t hear the words, she felt them clean to her soul. She smiled and reached up to the buttons on his shirt, unhooking them one at a time while staring into his eyes. “I don’t want to wait one more day to love you.” Pushing the fabric of his shirt over his shoulders, he helped her remove it before he stood and kicked off his boots. He reached for her, helping her to stand by the side of the bed.
Her heart stuttered as he unhooked the buttons at the front of her dress. The small tie that held her chemise together looked tiny in his hands. The material parted when he pushed it back to slide over her shoulders. She was bare from the waist up, her nipples pebbling into stiff peaks as he stared down at her.
He cupped her breasts, lifting and feeling the weight of them before brushing his thumbs over her nipples. His lips moved as he said something, but her eyes were so heavily lidded, she couldn’t make out what it was. His head lowered, his lips closing over her right breast, and her back bowed. She’d dreamed of this. Fantasized about him loving her again so many times that it had been like torture not to have it.
He kissed his way across her chest, giving her other breast the same attention as he had the first, before kissing a path to her neck. Soft, wet kisses were peppered on her skin, and when he reached her mouth, the kiss he gave her stole her breath. She didn’t know how long they stood there kissing, his hands fondling her breasts, but when the pressure between her legs throbbed, she pulled away and looked up at him before pushing her dress down over her hips.
He watched her as she kicked the material away, then unhooked the tiny button on her underpants. The air was cool against her skin when the material fell to her feet. Clay’s fiery gaze drank her in before his hands lowered to span the width of her waist before sliding over her hips. He brushed the back of his fingers over the hair hiding her sex, and those tingles nearly took her breath away when he parted her flesh, his fingertip brushing her clit.
She gasped as goosebumps pimpled her skin, her eyes closing as he leaned in and kissed her again, his hand still between her legs. Her body was on fire in moments, her hips bucking toward his hand as the pressure grew by the second. She reached for his belt blindly, unhooking it before pushing the denim jeans over his hips.
He broke the kiss and pulled back, pushing the pants down his legs before kicking them away. She’d seen him naked the night they’d bathed at Liam’s house, but it had been fleeting. Now, she stared, taking in his hardened length. He was beautiful—and all hers.
He guided her back to the bed, laying her down before crawling between her thighs, his hips fitting between them as if he’d been made just for her. She could feel him against her slick folds, the length of him hard as he settled between her widespread legs. His head lowered, his lips peppering small kisses over her body, sucking her breasts into his mouth, and when he kissed a line down her stomach, spreading her legs wider before ducking between them, anticipation stole her breath. The moment she felt his tongue slide between her folds, she was ready to scream.
His tongue was hot and wet, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth, it only took seconds for her to start chanting his name. Threading her fingers into his hair, she held him to her as she rolled her hips wantonly against his mouth, fire racing the length of her limbs.
Daisy’s heart fluttered wildly in her chest, a shudder passing through her body moments before ecstasy made her entire body convulse. He didn’t stop, his arms holding her hips still as she screamed and gasped for breath, and when the pleasure turned to pain, she pushed his head away.
Clay crawled up her body, the hard length of him dragging up her leg. She grabbed his head, cupping his face in her hands, and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She raised her knees, her feet flat on the bed, and cradled his hips between them as he settled. The heat of him slid against her sensitive flesh, the tip bumping her clit. She knew the next part would hurt and braced herself for it, staring into his eyes as he reached down to position himself.
“Hold on to me, Daisy.”
The pain was sharp and drew a gasp from her throat. He stilled, letting her get used to the sensation, peppering soft kisses across her face as he waited. When the stinging lessened, she nodded her head at him. He pulled back, the slow drag pulling a soft moan from her throat before he slid back inside. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Having him kiss and lick between her legs had felt amazing. This was—a fiery heat that lit her entire body on fire.
His thrust grew harder when she wrapped her arms around him. He lowered his head to kiss her, their breaths uneven, and she never wanted him to stop. He moved over her in slow, languid thrusts of his hips, the sensation causing her body to vibrate with need. Her legs were restless against him, her hands running up and down his back as he kissed her deeply, his arms around her so tight there was barely an inch between them.
Long minutes later, the tingles in her stomach grew and raced up her limbs. He was saying something against her mouth, the words a soft whisper of air on her lips, and even though she couldn’t hear them, she felt them. Knew he was praising her, telling her how much he loved her, and by the time she felt her muscles clench, her heart thundering in her chest, she held on as she crashed over, her screams causing his movements to become jerky. He threw his head back, his body stilling, and she could have sworn she blacked out as pleasure burst over her limbs. She could hardly catch her breath when he finally looked back down at her.
His fingers wound into her hair, his head lowering until his forehead lay against her own, and words weren’t needed as they lay there trying to catch their breath. He kissed her, his lips soft and wet against her own, and she inhaled, taking his scent into her lungs, but froze when she smelled something burning. She pushed on his shoulder until he looked at her. “Do you smell that?”
He turned to look behind him. She saw his lips move as he said something, then pulled away from her so fast, sliding from her body in such a quick motion, she felt the loss of him in an instant.
She could see the kitchen from the bedroom doorway, and her eyes widened when she saw black smoke boiling from the oven. Clay jumped out of the bed and ran, pulling the oven door open, and she sat up, already knowing her cinnamon rolls were burnt black.
He disappeared from view, but a blast of cold air told her he’d opened the back door to air the room out. When he walked back into the bedroom, she saw him in all his naked glory. She saw his lips moving when she glanced at his face and said, “What did you say?”
He smiled and walked to the bed, lifting a knee to crawl back on top of it with her. “I said, stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re thinking dirty thoughts.”
He said it slowly enough that she caught every word and grinned. “That’s because I am.”
He kissed her again, settling down beside her. “Your cinnamon rolls are burnt, and I’m pretty sure whatever you had simmering in that pot is scorched.”
She laughed and snuggled against his side. “I’ll fix you something else.”
“I’m not worried about it.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back far enough she could see him. “I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here.”
She blew out a breath and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t come back with you when you asked me to.”
