“I’m glad to hear that, considering we’ve only been married a few hours. There’s still a lot of time for you to get sick of me.”
“Not possible, beautiful girl.”
I bring my face inches from his, our lips almost touching. “Even if you do,” I say, letting my words hit his mouth. “Too. Damn. Bad.”
A growl escapes his throat, and his mouth crashes into mine. He works me over like I’m his to take, his tongue passing between my lips abruptly, causing me to lose my breath.
My hands lock against his neck, encouraging him to continue. His assault is more than welcome; it’s needed. I know he speaks with physical gestures, and today, I need it, too. I need to not only look the part of his wife but to feel it. I want to feel like Jada Alexander in every sense of the word.
“I love you,” I say, through kisses, feeling his hands run down my back.
I squeal as Cane lifts me off my feet and carries me into the bedroom. We cross the threshold, and I laugh.
“Max told me I was supposed to carry you in the room, but I forgot. So this will have to do.”
“It’s into the house for the first time, not the hotel room, babe.”
“That shit doesn’t mean anything to me, but I’m going to do it in case it does to you.” He sets me down on my feet and takes a couple of steps back. “This marriage thing is something I’ve never done before. Therefore it’s the one thing I’ve never fucked up. And I’m going to do my best not to do it wrong.”
“You won’t.”
He shakes his head, and the tiny amount of insecurity I know isburied inside him starts to surface. “I might. You know how things get with me. I try, and then before I know it, I—”
“You won’t mess this up. I won’t let you. If you start to get out of line, I’ll just crack you back in again. I’m the coach this round, remember?”
He blushes, his secret grin gracing his lips. “This is one game I’m ready to get schooled in: how to pleasemy wife.”
“Oh, baby,” I say, stepping out of my heels and kicking them to the side. “You already know how to pleaseyour wife.”
His eyes heat, his blues darkening. The grin moves quickly to a smirk, my heartbeat quickening. “Do I?”
“Mm-hmm,” I say, taking a step backward as he takes one toward me. His smirk deepens, the bubble of anticipation in my core building. “You do.”
“I’d like topleaseher rightnow. It seems like thehusbandlything to do.”
“Well, as your coach, I’d recommend you helpyour wifeout of this dress.”
He watches me, his gaze locked on mine for a long second. Finally, he moves behind me.
I don’t move; I can barely breathe. I watch the wall in front of me, feeling my heart pound in my chest. I’ve been with this man so many times before, but this feels like the first for some reason.
His fingertips slide from one shoulder blade to the other, causing me to shiver. He plants a soft kiss at the nape of my neck, blowing on the dampened spot as he pulls away.
“Cane ...”
“Shh.”
His fingers dance across my skin, from the top of my shoulders down my spine, ending at the top of my dress at the middle of my back. I feel him lift the zipper and hear it lower. The top half tips forward, and then the entire thing melts, inch by inch, to the floor.
I hear him take in a ragged breath as he sees the white lingerie wrapping my body. I still don’t turn around.
“My God,” he rumbles. “I don’t know if you’re an angel or the devil.”
His lips find the back of my neck again, his hands roaming freely over my body. Each touch fires my nerve endings, my body revved and ready for action.
“All I know,” he says, turning me around, his hands never stopping their frenzied path across every inch of my skin, “is that I’m gonna be a fucking sinner tonight.”
Cane
