“No.” He finds his voice. “Leave that on.”
“Okay.” I drop my hands and stand before him in nothing but my lacy thong and garter belt.
For a moment, he clenches and unclenches his hands at his sides, like he’s fighting an inner battle, and makes no move toward me. Then with careful, measured steps, he closes the distance between us until I can feel the heat coming off his towering frame.
He gently folds me into his arms and just holds me. A nice, innocent hug. I would think he wasn’t affected by my striptease, if it weren’t for the frantic beating of his heart and the press of his hard length against my stomach.
I melt against him and wait patiently.Well, not quite patiently.Our friends bought us time, but the world is about to end. We might actually not have time. I expect a knock at the door any minute now. But I need us to consummate this marriage. I want it fucking official that we are husband and wife. I want there to be no doubt that this male is mine.
“I’m going to make you feel good.” His lips brush against the shell of my ear, and a trill runs down my spine. “Then I’m going to take you hard until you come around my cock, screaming my name.”
“S-sounds like a plan,” I stutter, aching with need, and gasp when Ethan lifts me into his arms.
He carries me to the sleeping mat and lowers me to the comforter. The cool silk feels decadent against my bare back, my senses heightened by my arousal, and the scent of roses fills my nostrils as they crush beneath me. I reach for him, greedy to touch him. But he evades my hand with a dark chuckle, grabbing me by the ankles instead.
“My turn first.” He spreads my legs apart and settles his head between them. Before I can draw breath to argue, his hot mouth is on me, my thong pulled roughly to one side.
What was I going to argue about?
My body writhes as my orgasm builds low in my stomach. His wicked words had already gotten me halfway there, and it only takes a lick and a suckle for me to start falling apart. He lifts his head, his lips glistening with my desire, and he has the audacity to smirk at me.
“What? Don’t stop.”Pride? What pride?“Ethan, please.”
He obliges with relish, only to pull back again when I’m at the precipice of release.
“What the fuck, Ethan?” I whimper, clutching the silk comforter in my fists. “You’re asking for an ass kick—”
Oh gods.
His mouth finds me again, and I come undone. My hips arch off the mat, a silent scream hissing past my throat. As the aftershock of my climax rolls through me, Ethan plunges a long finger inside me, sliding in and out in an even tempo. I clench around him again and again in a slow descent. But before I can catch my breath, he adds another finger in me and sucks my clit into the warmth of his mouth.
“Ethan,” I scream, the second orgasm plowing into me so hard that I see stars behind my eyes.
This time he eases me down, his thumbs drawing soothing circles on the inside of my thighs, and his smile is tender as he looks up at me. I lie limp on the bedding, my chest rising and falling like I’ve run a marathon. I release my punishing grip on his hair and haphazardly drop my arms by my head, like a wonky goal post.
Ethan lies on his side next to me and brushes my hair away from my face. “I should let you rest.”
“Only if you have a death wish.” I scowl at him despite my euphoric state.This might be our last time.“Stick to the plan, Lee. I don’t need you taking it easy on me.”
He chuckles and drops a kiss on my forehead. With a ferocious growl, I clamp my hand behind his neck and push off the sleeping mat to crush my lips against his. He smells like the earth and the wind, and I forget my ire and lose myself in the kiss.
I might mewl like a fucking kitten. Ethan either doesn’t hear me or he chooses to ignore it.Wise choice.Besides, he’s too busy devouring my mouth to care about anything else at the moment.
I put my hands on his chest but pout when I feel silk, not skin, beneath my palms. “Why are you still dressed?”
“Patience, wife,” he murmurs against my lips, and I shiver beneath him. I will never tire of him calling me his wife.
“Fuck patience.” I bite down on his lower lip, then lick it better. “Strip, husband.”
“Bossy.” Ethan leans back, his half-hooded eyes crinkling with amusement.
But he rises to a seat and shrugs his robe off, the muscles on his chest and shoulders working. I watch with blatant lust, my mouth watering. When he throws the robe halfway across the room and sits naked before me like a feast, I sit up and push him down onto the mat. I run my hands over the breadth of his chest and let my fingers bob over the contours of his abs.
“Beautiful,” I whisper. Walking on my knees, I step between his legs. “And you’re all mine.”
I never dared dream of us getting married. It seemed too perfect, too impossible. But it happened. Now, I intend to claim him as my husband in every sense of the word.
“Sunny . . .”
