She fixes her gaze back on mine, and I wait for panic to flare in her eyes.
It doesn’t come.
“I like that idea.”
I let go of one of her hands, and together we make our way into the bedroom. Her eyes widen.
“That bed is huge.” She laughs.
“There’s plenty of room for us, then.”
I wrap an arm around her waist and kiss her. She melts in my arms, surrendering to me as I deepen the kiss.
If I have my way, we’ll spend the rest of our lives doing this.
“Will you help me out of this dress?” she whispers. “The zip is in the back.”
She turns away, lifting her hair up and out of the way. I run a finger along the neckline of her dress before I take hold of the zip and slowly bring it down her spine.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to her bare shoulder.
She turns to face me before pulling her arms out of the sleeves and pushing the bodice down. The delicate blue fabric pools at her feet, and she’s left in a lacy bra and panties the same pale blue shade of the dress.
I reach for the top button of my shirt, but she beats me to it, slowly pulling apart each button. I’ve long since ditched the jacket and the tie, and she makes short work of the shirt, peeling it from my shoulders and pushing it to the floor.
She places her palms on my pecs.
That’s all it’s taken for me to be hard for her. I want Emma so badly, but no matter what, I’ll respect her boundaries and be the man she needs me to be.
Emma slides her hands down to my belt, her lithe fingers undoing the buckle before she unbuttons and slides the zip down.
I don’t drop my gaze.
She’s never been more beautiful than when she takes charge.
Toeing off my shoes, I let her drop my pants and boxers down to my ankles before kicking them off.
She rises, satisfaction written all over her face, her gaze focused on my erect cock.
“Caleb, I …”
I fist it. “We don’t have to do anything with this. I can take care of it.”
“Caleb?” she whispers.
“Yes?”
“Can we … I’m not sure how ready I am, but I want to try. It’s our wedding night.”
I search her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t want him to ruin this for me.”
Nodding, I cup her cheek with my free hand. “I get that. But it was only a couple of weeks ago that you weren’t ready at all.”
“I’ve been thinking about that a lot, and I talked it over with my counsellor. I can’t make any promises how it will go, but I really want to try. I loved you touching me.”
“I love you touching me.”
