I deepen the kiss and she responds immediately, like she's been waiting for it.
She pulls back just enough to look at me.
"You know," I say, "we could just lean into the married part tonight."
Her lips curve.
"That's your plan?"
"Seems like the logical next step," I say. "Act like a married couple tonight."
Natalie studies me for a second.
"You say that like it's temporary," she says.
"I'm trying not to get ahead of myself," I reply.
Her hand slides up my chest again.
"That's very responsible of you," she says.
"I have my moments."
She hesitates one second longer.
Then she kisses me again.
That decides it.
I reach out, my hand sliding along the curve of her waist and pulling her flush against me. Her breath hitches, a sharp, barely audible intake of air, and that small sound is all the permission I need. I lower my head, my lips brushing against hers, a whisper of a touch that sends a jolt all the way down to my crotch.
"You’re incredible," I whisper against her mouth. "This...we...are incredible."
I deepen the kiss, crushing my mouth to hers. Her lips are soft, parting instantly to grant me access. My tongue sweeps against hers, tasting the piece of chocolate she popped in her mouth a few minutes ago.
My hands slide down her back, fingers digging into the fabric of her blouse, gripping her hips to anchor her to me. She meltsinto my hold, her body molding perfectly against the hard lines of mine.
I pull back just enough to see her face: flushed, lips swollen, and eyes glassy with desire. "Upstairs," I command, my voice dropping an octave.
She nods, her fingers threading through mine, squeezing tight. I lead her out of the kitchen, the sound of our footsteps echoing on the hardwood stairs. Each step feels deliberate, heavy with anticipation. I don’t look back, but I can feel the heat of her gaze burning into my back.
We reach the bedroom, and the moment we cross the threshold, the dynamic shifts again. I press her against the wall just inside the door, trapping her with my body. My mouth finds the sensitive spot just below her ear, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck. She tilts her head back, a soft gasp escaping her throat as I nip at the delicate skin there.
My hands move to the front of her blouse. I make quick work of the buttons, my knuckles grazing the soft skin of her stomach as I expose her inch by inch. I push the fabric apart, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her breasts. The contrast of the dark lace against her pale skin is fucking intoxicating.
I trace the straps of the bra with my fingertips, feeling the slight tremor that runs through her. "You're so beautiful," I mutter, sliding the straps off her shoulders. I reach behind her, unhooking the clasp with a practiced flick of my wrist, and let the garment fall to the floor.
"Careful," she says with a breathless little laugh. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to start thinking you actually like having a wife."
I grin down at her. "Pretty sure every guy in the league would be jealous right now."
Her eyes flash with amusement. "Good," she says softly. "They should be."
Her pants are next. I pull them down, pooling around her ankles. She steps out, kicking them aside, leaving her standing there in nothing but her black lace thong. The sight of her exposed, vulnerable, and powerful all at once, makes my cock throb painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
I take a step back, letting my eyes roam over her, taking in the perky swell of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the curve of her hips. "Fucking hell, Natalie."
She lets her hand slide slowly over the front of my jeans, her fingers pressing lightly before she looks up at me with a small, wicked smile. "Something you like?"
