Allmy tattoos are exposed, aside from the tiny strip on my shoulder.
Of course there are red-bottomed silver heels that match the dress, and once I’m wearing them, I step out into the bedroom and find my husband leaning against the closed door, one hand in his pocket. He brushes his thumb over his lower lip as he watches me approach. His gold-flecked brown eyes flare, and he swallows hard.
But I have to do the same because my man is in a fuckingtux. It fits him perfectly, hugging the muscles in his arms, showing off broad shoulders and a tapered waist. His hair is tamed back from his face, and he’s clean shaven.
“Fuck, Savage, tonight’s going to be a bloodbath.”
I blink and then chuckle. “What? Why?”
“Because every fucking man there will be lusting after what’s mine.” He reaches out and drags just one fingertip along my collarbone. “Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous.”
“You chose the dress.”
“I saw it, and you had to have it,” he admits as his eyes find mine. “But now I’m calling myself a fucking idiot because too much of you is on display.”
“I’m noton display, I’m just in a pretty dress. I never would have worn something like this before you came along.”
“Why?”
I raise an eyebrow. “I would have felt self-conscious. I’m too curvy to show so much skin. I’m not a thin little runway model. That was always Rose. She’s slender. I’m ... built like a wrestler.”
“You’re fucking perfect in every damn way,” he says, shaking his head slowly side to side, and his eyes move over my body and they make me feelsexy. “I love your size. You’re small nextto me, but I don’t feel like I’m going to hurt you when I fuck you. Your ass and hips and tits fit perfectly in my hands. Your shoulders and arms, hell, yourthighs, are so fucking strong, and when you flex, it makes my dick twitch.”
“You like mymuscles?” I frown and flex my biceps. “Shit, I look like a man.”
“No, baby, you look likeperfection.You look like you can kick ass, which youcan, and you’re strong and every damn fantasy I’ve ever had. You’reexactlywho I want. No one else.”
“Andthatis why I feel confident enough to wear this dress,” I reply, leaning closer so I can offer him my lips.
“I don’t want to mess you up.”
“I have more lipstick.”
“Yeah, but I want to tear that dress off, sink my hands in your hair, and fuck your gorgeous little mouth.”
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Her eyes widen, and she bites that plump lower lip as I tip her chin up and carefully ghost my lips over hers.
“You have me aching,” I whisper against her pillowy mouth. “I don’t want to be gentle, wife. I want tofuck you. Hard and sloppy and make you squirt all over the fucking place. I want you to make a mess.”
She swallows thickly. “Yeah, we can’t do that right now.”
“I know.”
I dust my fingers down the soft skin between her breasts. This dress is fucking amazing on her, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ll have to kill everyone there.
No one can look at her and not want her.
She’sperfect.
“So, what I’m going to do instead is brace you against this door.” I turn us so her back is against the wood, and squat in front of her, lift her skirt, and dive under it. “Hmm, no underwear, Mrs. Cabrera?”
“It would show in the back,” she says, and then lets out a squeak when I lift one leg and prop it on my shoulder. “Fuck, I’m going to fall, Mateo.”
“No you won’t. I’ve got you.”
