I licked my lips and leaned forward, placing an open-mouthed kiss on his neck, my tongue peeking out to taste his skin. A low rumble sounded in his chest, and he squirmed in his chair. It seemed he was still worked up from my teasing the day before.
Nathan took my hand and pulled me from my seat. “Come on, Mrs. Thorne, we need to have our first dance.”
I blinked up at him. “I don’t know how to dance.”
“That’s okay. All you have to do is move with me. You’re good at that.” He winked at me.
As we stepped onto the small dance area, he drew me to him as the music started up. We moved in slow steps.
“With me.” He reminded me.
I took a deep breath and let him take over my senses.
It didn’t matter what was playing. All I cared about was the man standing in front of me, holding me close as we moved around the dance floor. I’d never seen him so lit up. His smile was blinding—happiness pouring out of him and infecting me.
He leaned his head down and rested his forehead against mine. “Be mine forever,” he whispered.
“Yes.” There was no other answer.
“Love me forever.” His voice cracked as he spoke.
Tears swelled in my eyes. “Always.”
A few hours later, we headed up to our suite where I expected him to tear me out of my dress. Instead, his fingers lightly caressed over my collarbone, drifting over the lace.
“I forgot to tell you how absolutely beautiful you looked today. You take my breath away. This dress…it’s perfect.”
My cheeks heated as I looked into his eyes that held nothing but love and warmth with a splash of growing desire.
“Thank you.”
He looked back down at my body and sighed. “I almost don’t want to take it off you.” His fingers continued to roam around my body.
“There are photos.”
His eyes flickered back to mine as he latched onto the zipper and began pulling it down. “I said almost.”
I tingled with excitement as the teeth of the zipper slid down inch by inch. His lips met mine, soft and lingering as he slowly explored my mouth with his. I gasped when his hand slipped into the opening he’d made and our skin made contact. His lips ghosted mine as he moved up and swept over my nipple.
“I’m going to spend all night devouring you, inch by delicious inch.”
I flicked my tongue out against his lips. “How about moving a little faster then?”
He shook his head and nipped at my lip. “Oh, no, Mrs. Thorne. I’m going to savor you.”
I pouted at him, my thighs clenching. “You mean torture me.”
He smirked at me. “That’s one way of looking at it.”
His fingers worked the buttons on my shoulder and the fabric flipped away, exposing skin that he immediately began kissing and licking. A small tug on my other shoulder and the dress slipped down, catching on my elbow. My nipples tightened as they rubbed against his shirt. He moaned as he kissed his way down, taking one into his mouth, sucking on it while he palmed and pinched the other.
I couldn’t stop moving. My body was begging, searching for the friction it desired. Taking was his usual style, and I craved it. Loving was pure torture, but the reward was worth the frustration.
“Now, now. Patience.” He licked his lips, groaning as he pushed the dress over the swell of my hips.
“You know I don’t have that.” I reached for the buttons on his shirt and flipped the top two before he swatted my hand away.
“Maybe I need to teach you a lesson.”
His touch sent shivers through me as his hands moved around my body. Light caresses and loving tenderness—very different than normal. It was still very stimulating, especially considering they were coming from the man who was now my husband.
I whimpered when he stopped touching me, but was happy when it was only to pull his own clothing off. My fingers flitted across his chest, exploring his hard lines and soft flesh while he worked his pants down and off, taking my panties with him.
He was beautiful. His cock stood high and proud, almost waving at me with each breath he took in.
Hands on my hips guided me back to the bed, and he lowered me down, his body hovering over mine. His lips pressed against mine in a soft, slow kiss. Burning need simmered inside me, growing in intensity.
I drew in a shuddering breath when his fingers moved across my clit, pressing in. Before I could even reach between us, he grabbed my wrists, distracting me with a kiss, and pinned them over my head.
“I want to touch you.” I whimpered, rocking against him.
He groaned, hips rocking, then crashed his lips to mine. No longer soft, we were full of want.
“You’ve had me worked up since yesterday. I want to ram my cock in you and fuck you until we’re both unconscious.”
“Then do it. We have the rest of our lives for lovemaking.”
A growl ripped from him and he flipped us over. I was still in shock of the change when he lined up and pushed me down on his cock.
“Oh, fuck.” My eyes rolled back, fingers flexing into his chest.
I cried out when his hips thrust up, hitting the spot that made my body sing for him.
“People are going to hear you.”
I looked down at him. “So? Don’t you want them to hear what you do to me?”
He gritted his teeth and flexed his hips up, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck. I want everyone to hear what I do to you. I want the whole damn island to know you’re mine. Now get your ass moving and ride me like a good whore.”
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. He knew what his dirty mouth did to me.
I moved up and down his length, bouncing with each upward thrust and downward roll. He pushed on me, directing me where to go, cursing under his breath. My eyes fell closed, reveling in the feeling as my body took over, driving us both to the edge.
“Shit. That’s it, baby.”
My mouth dropped open and my muscles seized, coiled tight. He took over, holding me above him while he thrust up, drilling into me.
It was too much, and I screamed out as I came around him. Everything left me, and I fell forward onto his chest. He guided me up and down a few more times before grunting as he exploded.
“What happened to savoring?” I was breathing too hard to even lift my head.
“Overrated.” He chuckled. “But it’s a nice idea.”
“Agreed.” I turned my head to look at him and smiled. “I like our version better.”
He caressed up and down my arm. “Me too.” His thumb moved across my cheek as we stared into each other’s eyes. “I just can’t help myself with you. All my good ideas go out the window the second you touch me.”
“Don’t ever stop touching me.”
“Never.”
After I regained my breath, I peeled my body from his and moved to the bathroom. There was a chuckle from the bed as I walked.
“Best fucking sight ever—my come sliding down your thighs.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
Once I was done cleaning up, I threw a wet washcloth at him.
I crawled back into bed, snuggling into his side. We lay there, tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. There was peace and happiness all around that I never wanted to end.
“I want to put something out there, and I want you to keep an open mind, please,” he said, interrupting the waves crashing against the shore.
I looked up at him skeptically. “You already fuck my ass.”
He blinked down at me before his lip curled up, and he let out a chuckle. His lips pressed against my forehead. “Not that, my minx. Something a bit more life altering than anal sex.”