I shoot him a dirty glare."That's beside the point.You said you didn't want to be fodder for the press.This is like ten steps beyond fodder.We met and got marriedon the same day."
"Technically, it was two different days.We got married after midnight."
I push him off me before clambering up over him and grabbing a pillow.
"What are you doing?"he asks, grinning up at me.
"Smothering you with this pillow," I say with false cheer."No one will even blame me.Especially if they know you."
He chuckles, plucking the pillow from my hands and tossing it across the room.Before I can even protest, I'm on my back beneath him again, only this time, he's wedged his body between my thighs, and our fingers are linked beside my head.
"You're fucking cute when you're panicking, Ireland," he murmurs, his eyes locked on my lips."And you're beautiful when you're annoyed."
"Stop being sweet.I'm trying to have a meltdown."
"Kiss me, and then you can continue."He dips his head, running his nose along the side of mine.
I quickly peck him on the lips, refusing to do anything more.I drank tequila last night, and I haven't brushed my teeth.No way am I making out with Crue Freaking Blake right now.
Except Crue Freaking Blake has other plans.As soon as my lips touch his, he swoops, licking into my mouth to kiss away every ounce of resistance and restraint I have.I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning when his erection grinds against my clit.
Holy crap, that feels like heaven.
"Fuck," he groans, drawing the word out."I can feel how fucking wet your panties are right now, Ireland."
"Yeah, well, that's your fault."I bite his ridiculously perfect lip."You're the one half-naked in my bed."
"Our bed."He releases my hand, dragging it down my arm and then all the way down my side, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.He stops at my hip, yanking my leg up higher.His fingers dig into my left cheek, squeezing.
Only then do I realize I'm half-naked, too.
"Where's my dress?"
"You stripped out of it and stole my t-shirt."
"Please tell me I did this in the bathroom."I already know I didn't.Vague memories are bubbling up from the deepest recesses of my mind.Me, standing in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of panties.Him, growling and cursing but unable to keep his eyes off me.
I don't have to ask to know we didn't have sex.I still want him too freaking badly to have lost my virginity last night.Besides, he may be the kind of guy who marries me drunk, but he isn't the kind of guy who would sleep with me drunk.
"Nope."His lips curve into a smile against mine."It was a helluva show, Éire.Damn near came all over myself when I saw those gorgeous tits."
"I hate you so much."
"Little liar."He nips my bottom lip again, grinding his erection against me."Fuck, I want to slip those panties aside and feel that all over my cock."
"W-what's stopping you?"I gasp.
He growls my name, his hand tightening on my ass.
"Just once, Crue," I plead, too far gone to care if I'm tempting fate here.I want to feel him skin-to-skin just once.We've already gone this far.Why not go a little further?We're adults.Apparently, we're freaking married.It's not like what we're doing is wrong.
He yanks my panties to the side without a word, his lips pulled back from his teeth as if he's in pain.Maybe he is.Is it agony for him like it is for me right now?I want him inside me so freaking bad my whole body is in danger of vibrating apart at the seams.
He leans back, yanking his boxers down to free his cock.
I choke on my tongue at the sight.Lord have mercy.There's no way they're supposed to look like that.For one thing, dicks are supposed to be ugly.His is beautiful.Long and thick with a broad head glistening with precum.For another, they're supposed to be smaller.His is a monster.
"Crue," I say, my voice strangled."That's not normal."
