I looked at her. God, she looked beautiful. My chest tightened seeing her in that dress, soft and flowing yet sharp, just like her. Two weeks ago, I prayed for her in the woods. Now she’s mine. Forever.
I must’ve been making a face, because she smiled.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I muttered.
Just trying not to drool all over my legally kidnapped wife,I thought.
“I just can’t believe you’re mine, Mrs. McKinnon. I can’t wait to make you mine repeatedly tonight.”
Every inch of me burned, imagining taking her upstairs, tearing that dress off. I knew she was still recovering, and I needed to go slow. But my blood was molten. My control? Hanging by a thread.
“We’ll see about that,” she said dryly, sliding out of the truck.
West had packed us an overnight bag—pajamas, camp clothes, some semblance of normalcy. However, I fully planned on her being naked the entire night. She wouldn’t need pajamas. But I had made him get them monogrammed with her new initials. He told me he hated me for making that request.
What can I say? I was sentimental and just a teeny bit psychotic. But just for her.
Walking to the hotel room, the tension between us was electric. Every step made my dick harder. She was pissed at me, but she wanted me. I could smell her wetness. It was fucking addicting. There was something about the way she smelled that just naturally turned me on.
Once we got to the hotel room door, I slid an arm behind her knees and the other around her back, careful to avoid her injured side, and lifted her. She let out a sharp gasp, fingers clutching my shoulder.
“Max,” she warned.
“I’ve got you,” I said, slowing my steps so I didn’t jostle her. “If you think I won’t carry my wife over the threshold just because she’s pissed, you’re mistaken.”
I bent down and kissed her on the forehead. “I’m going to be so gentle, Mrs. McKinnon.”
The second the door clicked shut, and I put her down, she shoved me. My back hit the wall with a loud thud. It was harderthan I expected from her, given everything she had just gone through. She winced, one hand flying to her side briefly before she straightened.
There was fire in her eyes. Her lips were swollen, parted. She looked fuckingdangerous.
“Strip,” she demanded.
My cock twitched in my pants. My blood spiked.
Oh, hell yes.
She was taking control. I loved every second of it, but I needed to make sure she was okay.
“I like you being the boss,” I muttered, searching her face for any sign that this was going too far. “But we can take our time. Why don’t we order dinner?”
“No. I’m not hungry for food. It’s time for you to be punished,” she shot back.
I moved fast, shedding my shirt. I was slow on removing my pants, but I kept eye contact. I wanted her to watch me.
She had zero patience, though. She bent down, ripped my pants off, freeing my cock. I was hard as a rock seeing her on her knees in front of me. She let out a small gasp when she saw my size. This was the first time she had actually seen me. We had fucked in the woods, but she hadn’t really taken the time to look at me. It had been so fast, so dark.
I watched as she dragged her gaze from the base of my shaft to the tip, and she licked her lips as she looked up at me with those fucking beautiful green eyes.
I had imagined this moment for years.
My groan barely made it past my teeth as she leaned forward, lips tracing my shaft, and I inhaled.
Fuck. If she blew me right now, I wouldn’t make it through the night.
Instead, she kissed the head of my dick, standing up abruptly.
