“No, darling, just comes naturally with you.” His hands coast up and down my body. From my knees to my ribs, he barely touches me, but it feels like he’s tattooing his mark, so I’ll never forget him.
Leaning forward, all bravado and sense of seduction disappear as I whisper, “I really like it. Like more than I probably should, and I’d like it even more if you’d just take control ‘cause I have no idea what I’m doing. This is as far as I got in my head.”
This man’s smile, with the dimples in both cheeks, amusement in his eyes, and wrinkles around the corners of his lips, should be registered as a lethal weapon.
“You a virgin, Autumn?”
Well, that’s straightforward.
“Not…no. I’m not.” My eyes drop as I ask him, “Is that a problem for you?” I might die if it is.
His hand tips my head up under my chin. “Only if it’s a problem for you. I’m not a virgin either. I’d be an egotistical ass if I expected that from you.”
“It’s not. I’m clean, though. I haven’t been with anyone since before this whole stalker stuff happened. Never felt right dragging someone into my crap.” Nerves kick in, and I shiver. Law knows just what to do, however.
He draws me into his body and embraces me. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. I came tonight to just spend time with you. I wanted you to grow used to having me around because I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.”
Cuddling into his chest, I close my eyes as his beating heart begins to calm me. “I want to. I’ve been dreaming of it from the day we met.” My eyes pop open at the confession. I hadn’t meant to reveal that.
“Me, too,” he murmurs into my hair, tilting my head up for him to lean down and kiss me. God, he’s such a good kisser. He’s not pushy, but still dominant. Giving and taking as much as he thinks I need.
“More,” I gasp into his mouth, dropping the can of whipping cream. That would have been messy and sticky anyway. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold him as close as possible.
Law slips a knee between mine, pushing me to lie flat before pulling back and kissing his way along my body. Nipping at my collarbone and teasing my nipples with his fingers until they’re painful, stiff peaks.
Traveling farther down, he licks, kisses, and sucks anywhere he can. Flicking his tongue at my belly button before licking towards my hip, where I have a line of moles leading to my sex. He kisses each one as his fingers curl in the band of my panties and drag them off.
Sucking my lip into my mouth, a moan still breaks free as he spreads my legs for his viewing pleasure. I can only hope the wax job I had done two days ago still looks as good as it did then.
I’m about to ask because I can’t bring myself to look at him when he says, “Now this is a real man’s dessert.” Hot breath is the only warning I get before his mouth engulfs me.
My mouth opens on a wordless cry as I reach down for him, gripping his hair in both hands as my thighs attempt to close,but he has them trapped, holding me wide open and immobile. His hot and heavy tongue licks through my folds, taking his time, swiping from top to bottom and back up again. Rimming my hole in between before pushing inward and fucking me like he owns me.
“Law, oh god.” My body tenses, readying to explode when suddenly, he pulls back and blows on me gently until I’m no longer straining against him.
“Don’t need you going off too soon.” He winks at me before diving back in, kissing all around where I’d rather he touch me most.
“Law!” I growl, tugging on his hair. He chuckles and ignores me, leaving me to squirm as he tortures me.
“Sorry, darling, I don’t want this pretty girl coming until she’s wrapped tight around my cock. Any objections?” Growling again, I shake my head no at the infuriating man. Of course, I want that. I love a good build-up.
“Just remember, payback can be a bitch.” I glare at him, and his eyes crinkle with laughter as he flicks his tongue against my clit. Crying out, my back arches, and I lose my breath. “Please, Law, take me.” My tone is soft, sweet, almost, and he finally relents.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks as his zipper lowers.
Doing some quick math in my head… “I just started again when I came home. I think it should be okay.”
He stops to meet my eyes, “Do you want me to wear a condom?” His pants drop, and I can’t bring myself to look down in such a serious moment, so I shake my head side to side. “Me either, but I want you to know, whatever happens, I’m always going to be here. Hopefully, as your husband one day.”
“Okay,” my voice squeaks. I’m too emotional for proper words.
That sexy smirk again. I’m growing addicted to his subtle but somehow cocky nature. The man obviously knows what he wants, and he’s not afraid to go for it. A girl can grow used to that kind of confidence in her man.
Reaching behind my back, I unclip my bra, and Law slowly peels it back, like he’s unwrapping his favorite candy. I’ve never been concerned about my body’s appearance, but I hope he likes what he sees.
“Splendid,” he murmurs into my chest, circling my nipple with his tongue before kissing the bud and grazing the tip with his teeth. The sensation lights a fire in my belly, and I have trouble holding a coherent thought.
“Please, Law, make me yours.” The words get ahead of me. Sure, he said husband, but maybe it was just the heat of the moment? God, I hope not. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” Scratching my nails through his hair and down the back of his neck, I dig the talons into the corded muscles of his back, loving the feel of this big, strong, caring man who only wants the best for me.
