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“Take me upstairs, husband.”
The ride up was quiet. Tension filled the small space, so much so that one spark would have caused an explosion. Skylar took deep breaths, trying to still her body. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much.
Relax, you aren’t a virgin. You also aren’t being led to slaughter.
She looked up at her husband, who was staring at the floor numbers as they passed.
Well, maybe I’m not so sure about that.
Reaching their floor, they got off, looking down the hallway.
Whose room do we go to? Do I ask him? Why is this so stressful?
Dyllan grunted, pulling her toward her room. He patiently waited as she got out her room key and let them both in.
Her room was the same as his, with a king-size bed in the middle of the room and floor-to-ceiling windows. Her curtains were drawn, showing the lights from the strip as they flashed and blinked in the dark. Dyllan came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. She froze for just a moment before relaxing into him. As much as they’d fought and gotten on each other’s nerves since they met, this was what she wanted. She couldn’t deny what she felt for him any longer.
She closed her eyes as he dropped his head, kissing the spot where her shoulder met her neck. “You do look beautiful tonight,” he whispered.
“I thought you hated this dress.”
“Quite the opposite,” he said, splaying his hands across her hips. “You look hot. Too hot. I didn’t want anyone else seeing you wearing this. Only me.”
Skylar groaned as his hands dipped dangerously close to where she needed to feel him the most.
“And what makes you think that you get that right?” The corner of her mouth ticked up. She knew she was toying with him, but she couldn’t help it.
Skylar yelped as he spun her around, pressing her back against the window.
“We may not have known what we were doing when we got married, but don’t question for one moment that you’re mine.”
He pressed his body against hers, pushing her flat against the window. The cold glass sent a shiver through her body, her dress doing nothing to protect her from the cold. She could feel her nipples pebble, a painful reminder that it wasn’t just the cold affecting her.
Dyllan cupped her face, tilting it up to his. This was it. This was going to be their first kiss.
That they could remember.
It was such an odd concept to Skylar. Here she was, married to the man in front of her, and they hadn’t even kissed. Not really. It was like some unreal alternate universe where her life had flipped on its axis.
“Babydoll, tell me this is what you want,” his voice was low and husky.
“It’s what I want.”
He didn’t hesitate as he brought his lips down to hers. His touch was soft, almost hesitant. It wasn’t what she’d expected from him, but she welcomed him. If this was their first kiss, she wanted to feel it, wanted to remember that he wasn’t just all gruff and grunts. She wanted to remember that he had a softer side, a side that she had a feeling could be reserved only for her.
But that was what she needed right now. She needed his gruff, brute strength. She wanted the Dyllan that would do anything that reminded her that she belonged to him.
Biting his lower lip, she dug her nails into his shoulders before sliding them down his chest. “Dyllan, I need you.”
“Fuck, baby.” He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he brought them over to the bed. Lowering them down, he didn’t break contact. Instead, he pressed his hard length against her as he ran his palm up her leg. “You are so damn beautiful.”
He didn’t give her time to think before he claimed her mouth again, drawing her attention to just how good he felt. The short, coarse hair from his beard brushed against the soft skin of her cheek, igniting a delicious burn. His hands roamed up her thigh and under her dress, wasting no time going straight to her core.
“You’re so wet for me,” his voice was breathy, halted as he spoke.
“Yes, Dyllan. You. Only you,” she breathed out.
He pulled back, only far enough to lift her dress up her body and over her head. The green fabric flew across the room, leaving her completely bare to him. She’d gone without her bra and panties as they would’ve shown lines with her dress, but now she was thankful there was nothing else separating her from Dyllan.
