She flashes me a smile and heads off to the bedroom.
I purse my lips. I’m hot and sticky too, but I feel a long way from asking if I can join her. Instead, I go into one of the other bedrooms and use the shower in their ensuite. I rinse off the day, dry myself and pull my underwear and jeans back on, then walk down to the other bedroom. The bathroom door is closed, so I guess she’s still inside. I open my case and take out a clean tee.
I’m just about to pull it on when the bathroom door opens. I’m facing the window, and I turn, saying, “Sorry, I was just—” and then stop abruptly.
She’s leaning against the bathroom door, watching me. Her hair is loose around her shoulders. She’s wearing a whitelace-and-satin bodysuit, and beneath it a white garter belt and pale stockings.
“I thought I’d go bridal today,” she says. “I’ll try black tomorrow.” She gives a shy smile.
“Wow.” I can’t tear my eyes from her. “You look… absolutely stunning.”
“You like it?”
I look down at the bulge in my jeans. “That might be a personal record.”
She laughs, and I toss the T-shirt I’m holding aside and cross the bedroom to stand in front of her. I place my hands on her hips, looking down at where the lacy bodice clings to her breasts, then raise my gaze to hers.
She lifts her arms around my neck and presses up against me. “I want you,” she murmurs.
I tighten my arms around her. “I want you too.” And then I crush my lips to hers as desire crashes through me.
Chapter Sixteen
Wren
I’ve never been kissed like this.
I’m already in a daze from Marcus’s declaration that he thinks we’re soul mates. But now he kisses me until my head is spinning and I’m finding it hard to breathe.
Suddenly, he bends, slides an arm beneath my knees, and lifts me into his arms. I squeal, sure he’s going to drop me, but he just laughs, carries me to the bed, and tosses me onto it. I bounce, breathless, then move up as he peels back the duvet to let me slide underneath.
I lie back on the pillows, watching as he unzips his jeans and slides them down his legs. Ohhh… it’s been a long time since I saw him at the beach. He’s lost that awkward, slender look he had as a teen, and he’s filled out and become quite a man, with broad, muscular shoulders, a flat stomach, and powerful thighs.
Wow.
He tosses his jeans aside unceremoniously. Wearing only his black boxer-briefs, he gets something out of his case and puts it on the bedside table—it’s a small washbag. Condoms? I go to remind him we don’t need them, but my words disappear as he climbs onto the bed. Sliding under the duvet, he pulls it up over us, then grabs me and rolls so I’m on top of him.
Laughing, I look down into his cognac-colored eyes. I’m half lying on him, and I can feel his erection long and hard against my hip. His hair is ruffled and sticking up at the front. My heart races as I think of his joyful expression when he turned and saw me standing there in my underwear.
I know he thought I might still back out of this marriage. But although love might not come with a guarantee, if I want a baby, I have to take the first step.
He places both hands on my shoulder blades, then draws them slowly down my back, his fingers brushing the satin of the bodysuit, making me tingle. I shiver, my nipples tightening, and I know he’s felt them too because his eyes narrow and his lips curve up.
I kiss him, loving the feel of his mouth, his firm, dry lips, and the way his tongue plays with mine. He continues to stroke my back, brushing down to my hips and over my ass, where his fingers tighten on the muscles before returning all the way up my spine.
I keep expecting him to speed things up, but he continues to kiss me for ages, his fingers gliding over me, exploring all my dips and curves. His light touch makes hairs rise all over me, and by the time he finally strokes his hands up my ribs to the side of my breasts, I’m aching for him to touch them.
Still, he draws out the moment, stroking down my ribs and up, then beneath them and up again, following the lace of the cups and the swell of each breast. By the time I feel the first brush of his thumbs over my nipples, I’m so keyed up that I gasp, lifting my head to look at him.
He watches me as he teases the end of each nipple with the pad of his thumb before lightly taking them between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing, ever so gently. I groan and close my eyes, and so he does it again, a little firmer this time, and then a third time, causing me to drop my forehead onto his shoulder with a moan.
“Babe,” he says, his voice a throaty purr. “Time to take off that beautiful lingerie.”
My pulse picks up speed, but I push myself upright so I’m sitting astride him, lower a hand to undo the fasteners beneath the bodysuit, and then peel it up and over my head, leaving my garter belt and stockings on. I toss the bodysuit onto the carpet,then automatically cross my arms over my breasts, shielding them from his gaze.
He chuckles, takes my hands in his, and lifts his arms above his head, drawing mine with them. It forces me to lean over him, and as I do, he covers one of my nipples with his mouth.
Mmm… I bite my bottom lip as he teases the tip with his tongue before sucking gently. I love how tender and gentle he is, and I murmur my approval. I’m sitting astride him, and I can feel his erection beneath me. It’s impossible not to rock my hips, and I exhale at the sensation of him pressing against my clit.
