“We’ll change that soon.”
“What an arrogantly rich thing for you to say.” I laugh under the feel of his hand caressing my bare skin.
“What an arrogantly rich man you married. Worth it, though.” His voice drops to low thunder, and I shiver. “Can’t believe I’m the lucky bastard who gets to be with you for the rest of my life.”
“Um, make your legion of fans understand. According to them, I stole their winning ticket at the Pruitt lottery.”
“Bullshit,” he says tenderly, carefully drawing the dress off me.
The corset pops off easily, thankfully, and he peels more fabric away until I’m down to what Elle termed my knock-him-out panties, complete with a little pink bow.
He lets out a choked laugh and catches my face, bringing it to his so he can kiss me.
“A word of warning,” I say between kisses, twisting so I can undo his jacket and work off his layers. “Don’t even try to take my hair down. We’ll be stuck here for days.”
“That bad? I like it down.”
I laugh against his lips. God, I love being here like this.
“Pins.” The way his face creases with frustration makes me dissolve into more laughter.
He doesn’t seem to mind as he peppers kisses down my neck and across my breasts, rolling my nipples until I gasp.
“A month. A fucking month without my dick inside you,” he rasps bitterly.
“Too long, I agree.” I push him back, and we walk to the railing, where tiny lights dance on the distant islands. Here, naked as the day I was born, I stand and push my hips toward him.
“Here? You’re sure?”
“If you can manage.” I glance over my shoulder at him mischievously.
“Fuck, woman, I’d take you on top of the Space Needle right now. I’ve been dreaming about having you wrapped around me for weeks.” He reaches between my legs, his quick fingers rubbing and teasing.
He doesn’t need any prep when I’m already soaked.
I bite my lip and lean over the railing carefully. The cold metal nips my skin, a pleasant contrast to the fire he kindles.
There are so many beautiful sights ahead, but I don’t think anything will beat this moment, bathed in night, his hot breath on my neck.
He comes closer, leaning over me, pressing me down.
We exchange a quick, feral glance, a question without words.
Oh yes. I’m ready.
In answer, he inhales sharply, pressing his cock against my entrance.
He takes me in one push.
Glorious friction.
For a second, I can’t breathe.
Being filled by this man is on another level, the one inhabited by sex gods.
My legs tremble, and he wraps his arms around my waist with a rough laugh.
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry,” he says.
