Chapter 14
Delaney
I’m not sure when our wedding finery disappears, but within minutes, we’re naked, our clothing scattered to various parts of the bedroom.
“I’m going to fuck you, Laney,” my husband says, backing me into the middle of the room. “Probably several times before the night’s over. And I’ll do other things too. Bury my face here.”
He slides his hand down my body and cups me between my legs, pressing the heel of his hand against my clit while his fingers stroke along my cleft.
I let out a strangled cry and thrust my hips into his hand. “Daniel!”
His other hand squeezes my breast, pinching my nipple. A streak of heat shoots all the way to my core. My pussy clenches as I rock against him.
“Sometimes, I’ll take you hard and deep when you need it. Other times, I’ll be gentle, like this.”
He cups my breast as he dips his head, his lips feathering over my nipple. The heat becomes a furnace as the whisper-like caress lands directly between my thighs. I sway toward him as he lifts his head, only to moan loudly as he rolls my nipple between his fingers.
“I’ll give you whatever you need, Laney. Fast. Slow. Raw. Tender.”
I suck in a breath. “And… what do I need right now?”
“This.”
He cups the nape of my neck and slants his mouth over mine. His kiss begins softly, then quickly grows hungry as his grip on his control falters. It contains a breath-stealing intensity as he creates a delicious friction with his mouth, evoking an answering ache between my thighs that demands satisfaction.
Hot glides of his tongue against mine send zings of pleasure along every nerve ending. I melt against him as he fills all my spaces with the force of his love.
And itisa force—unlike anything I’ve known before. Fierce. Patient. All-encompassing.
This man has stolen my heart, even the parts of it I was afraid to give.
I let go of the last brittle edge inside me, knowing I’m safe. I won’t fall. He won’t let me.
His fingers begin a rhythmic stroking, one fingertip circling right where I need it, his pressure light at first, then firmer when he senses I need more. He’s relentless as he pushes me to the edge. I break apart within minutes, bucking and quivering, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my thighs shaking.
Daniel holds me close, his chest heaving, his cock twitching against my belly, as I catch my breath. His hand is still between my legs, not rubbing, just a firm, steady anchor that eases me down from my climax.
I release a shuddering breath as he kisses across my cheek and wraps his arms around me, knowing we’ve only touched the surface of the pleasure we’ll share tonight.
Next thing I know, he’s swinging me up in his arms and carrying me toward the adjoining bathroom.
“What are you?—”
“Didn’t get to carry my wife over the threshold.”
“So you’re carrying me over the what?” I giggle. “Shower tray?”
Daniel stops suddenly. “Do that again.”
“Do what?”
“That giggle.” His voice drops. “The one where you forget to be careful.”
I mock glare. “Delaney Phillips doesn’t giggle.”
He taps my nose. “Ah-ah. Delaney Sutton now. And fair warning. I might have to carry you somewhere else just to hear that again.”
“Maybe I’ll carry you, cowboy.”
