"James," she squeaks, "what are you doing?"
"Carrying my wife over the threshold." I look down at her. "I’m sorry I didn’t do so when we arrived here after we got married."
Her features soften. "Honestly, I wasn’t expecting it."
I frown. Have I been such an arse, that she doesn’t think I’m capable of romantic gestures?
"You should expect that and so much more. You should expect everything from me."
A flush covers her features. Then she reaches up and presses her lips to mine. She kisses me with a passion that has my head swimming and my cock weeping to be let free.
I manage to tear my mouth from hers long enough to look into the biometric scanner next to the doorframe. The door unlocks. I shoulder it open, prowl inside, kick it closed, and head for the stairs.
She holds onto my shoulders and begins to press small kisses on the skin exposed by the collar of my shirt.
The feel of her lips has a million sensations pulsating under my skin. I speed up and reach the top of the stairs, then make it to my room in no time. It feels right that our first time is here in my bed—no, our bed.
I lower her to stand near the foot of the bed. Then reach in and pull off her hair tie. She found another in her locker at the restaurant and put it up before we left. Her thick hair flows in waves around her face.
"Do you know how often I’ve wanted to do that?"
She shakes her head.
"From the first time I saw your hair piled up on your head." I reach over and run a strand between my thumb and forefinger. "So fucking soft." I bend and bury my nose in her hair.
That incredible scent of coconut and vanilla instantly fills my senses.
My cock shudders. My thigh muscles turn into tension-filled ropes. My balls turn so heavy, I worry I’m going to come in my pants. Fuck. I release her hair and take a step back, trying to find my center of gravity.
When I’m sure I have control over my lust, I loosen the buttons on my sleeves, then on the placket of my shirt. When I shrug it off and toss it aside, she stares at my torso. She takes in the planes of my chest, and her pupils dilate.
"You’re beautiful." Her voice is husky.
"No, you’re beautiful." I shove off my pants and my underwear, along with my socks and shoes. I stand in front of her completely naked.
54
Harper
My heart still hasn't learned to brace itself for the sight of him.
But naked, with that glint in his eyes that promises me he’s going to have his way with me and nothing’s going to stop him, he undoes me completely.
Hands slightly bent and at his sides, his feet slightly apart. He stands there, allowing me to take him in.
His bare feet on display leads me to look at his corded calves, powerful thighs with his gorgeous cock standing proud between them. His trim waist and spectacularly sculpted torso… His abs and pecs are so defined, the muscles there make me want to weep. I yearn to feel the breadth of his shoulders and lick up his beautiful neck.
Every part of him is a part of a menu specially designed to allure me and cast a spell on me.
When I finally meet his eyes, I swallow. They’re burning up with need. For me.
He nods his chin in my direction. "Undress."
It’s softly spoken, but the command in them sends a shiver of delightdown my spine. Liquid heat gathers between my thighs. Without taking my gaze from him, I toe off my sneakers, lowering the zipper on my jeans. I shrug them off, along with my panties and socks, and toss them aside.
His nostrils flare. His blue eyes turn almost silver, and I know he’s as aroused as I am. It gives me the courage to pull off the rest of my clothing, from my shirt to my pants; and without stopping.
I reach behind to unhook my bra. Slipping it down my shoulders, it stays poised at my elbows for a few seconds. When I lower my arms, the straps of my bra whispers down falling to the ground.
