“I don’t know how...” I swallowed thickly, wanting to die of embarrassment. “Victor wasn’t...affectionate. I don’t know how to please you.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, gliding his arm behind my back and lifting my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You please me more than you’ll ever know.”
My bottom lip trembled as indecision and desire warred within. “I don’t want to disappoint you,” I finally whispered.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to my cheek. They worked their way to my ear, and he nuzzled me there before whispering, “Impossible.”
I shivered as his hands lowered to the hem of my sweater. I’d changed after the ceremony, and now wondered if I should’ve had Burns deliver something sexier to me than the jeans and sweater I now wore.
“Lift your arms,” Michael commanded softly. I complied and he drew off my sweater, tossing it aside before returning his gaze to my black bra. He touched his fingertips to the valley between my breasts and began a long, slow caress, causing bumps to form underneath his touch.
“Michael,” I moaned, mesmerized by the reverence in his heated gaze.
“So pretty,” he rasped, dragging his fingers over the curves of my breasts above the bra. “I’ve always known you’d be so pretty here.”
“Should I take it off?”
“I’mgoing to undress you, stella,” was his gravelly reply. “Don’t deny me the pleasure of unwrapping you like the gift you are.”
I inhaled sharply at the loving words, wondering how a man with a reputation of being so feared and hardened could be so tender.
He hooked his finger under the cup of my bra, drawing it down until my nipple popped free. It puckered in the cold air, and I gripped his shoulders, looking for a stronghold.
“Jesus, stella,” he whispered, touching his thumb to my nipple as I whimpered. “So tight and ready to be kissed.”
He dragged his thumb over my nipple as his gaze slowly lifted to mine. “Do you want me to kiss you here, mia?”
I struggled to breathe, much less talk, as he slowly stroked my nipple.
The corner of his lips curved into a sultry smile, and my knees buckled as my fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Yes, I think you do...” Lowering his head, he extended his tongue and dragged it across my nipple.
“Oh, god!” I cried, my breaths rapid and frantic.
He blew on my wet nipple, causing it to pebble further, before touching his lips to the taut bud. “Bianca...” he whispered before taking me into his mouth.
His tongue roved over my nipple, coating it with wetness before he sucked it between his lips again. He suckled me before gently taking the taut nub between his teeth.
“Ohmygod,” I groaned, overcome with pleasure. My fingers speared into his hair, pressing him closer as he chuckled against my heated skin.
“My greedy little wife,” he growled, tugging down the other cup of my bra and baring that nipple to his tongue. “Pull me into you and show me how much you want me...”
I dragged his mouth to my nipple, groaning when he took me deep inside my mouth. His tongue toyed and played with me until I thought I might explode from the pressure building inside.
“Oh, no, mia,” he said, lifting his head and reaching behind me to unclasp the bra. He tossed it aside and grinned as his eyes met mine. “We’re just getting started. Let it build. That makes it feel so much better...”
His fingers skillfully released the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper. Broad hands gripped my hips before he lifted me and placed me on the bed. “Lie back, sweetheart.”
I followed his command, my eyes hooded as he slid off my jeans and then my panties. I lay there naked before him, and my hands instinctively went to cover my abdomen and the scars there.
“Mmm mmm,” he scolded, his eyes simmering as he moved my hands to the side. “You can grip the comforter, or you can grip my hair. I like that very much,” he said, lowering to his knees. “But you will not hide yourself from me, Bianca. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
His hands gripped my thighs, and slid me closer as a possessive glint entered his dark eyes.
“Yes, what, Bianca?”
