Deeper.
Once again, stealing my breath away.
But I was happy to lose it as long as Stefan was the thief.
A minute later, he dipped me, one hand behind my back—and one under my knees.“I can't wait anymore.I have to be inside you.”
3
Francesca
He carried me to the very back of the plane and through the doorway.It was dark in here except for the small glow of a bedside table lamp.It was so small it hardly let off any light at all.Barely more than a nightlight.
Stefan set me on my feet.“Time to get you out of your wedding dress,” he kissed my lips, “wife.”Then he turned me around and started unbuttoning my dress.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
This was really happening.
I was really going to lose my virginity.
To Stefan.
The man I'd been dreaming about for months.Only now—he wasn't a dream.
He was directly behind me, unbuttoning my dress.
A few minutes later—and a swear word or two from Stefan on why Giselle put so many buttons on the dress—and he was ready to turn me around.
I held the bodice close to myself so it wouldn't fall to the floor.A familiar pain answered back.
Crap.
My ribs.
My very, very, very bruised ribs.
It was dark in here, but I still didn't want to take a chance on Stefan seeing my ribs.He might call the whole thing off.And I definitely didn't want that to happen.I'd have to be creative about this.
Instead of turning to him, I walked toward the far side of the bed.“Turn around,” I whispered, “I'm shy.”
Stefan chuckled in a low, smexy tone.“Since when?”
I mean—the man had a point.It hadn't taken much convincing at all to get me mostly naked in his hospital bed.
Or naked anywhere else for that matter.
“It's been a long time.Turn around, please?”I asked as sweetly as I could.I needed him to give me this one little thing.And then I'd give him whatever he wanted.
“You have thirty seconds,” he said while turning around.
I took him at his word and hustled.The dress billowed to the floor as I stepped out of it, nearly tripping as I went.I pulled the covers down and slid inside.It was then that I realized my shoes were still on.
Crap.
