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“You ain’t seen nothing yet, sweetheart.”
Then he slid down her body and kissed her below. First, he’d make her feel good. Then, he’d make them feel good together. His tongue dove in, teasing, savoring, and doing the things he’d missed doing. She was wet, but every movement, every kiss, every dip of his tongue only made her even wetter, until she was crying out his name and grabbing the sheets of the bed with tight fists.
A confident smile spread across his lips as he moved back up her body.
“You look very proud of yourself,” she said in a dreamy whisper. “You should be.”
“I love when you say my name like that.” He kissed her with an aching patience that surprised him because all he wanted to do was drive into her and let loose. “It’s a good thing we live in a building with better insulation between the walls.”
She giggled. “I wasn’t that loud.”
His brows lifted with an incredulous look. “You were damn loud. I love it.” Again, he wanted to kiss her hard and fierce and forced himself to make it tender. “I love you.”
She brushed a hand across his cheek. “You look like you’re in pain when you say that.”
In a way, it did hurt to say it. Almost every time he did, something terrible happened.
“Because I love you so much it hurts.”
“Stop with your sappiness.” She patted his shoulder in a jest, yet her eyes belayed she understood he had been serious when he said it. “I love you, too.”
He grabbed a condom and slid it on with quick precision. That was the only part of this that would go fast. When he slid inside her, he took his time. Savored the way she wrapped around him. The way she inhaled deeply and let it out gradually. The way the air around them felt charged with energy, ready to zap them both.
One hand went to her hip, gripping lightly, and the other held onto her head. Then his lips met hers in a slow, languid kiss as he started to pump in and out. With care. With patience. With the utmost love.
Every deep, leisurely thrust built up the desire inside him. Higher than he’d ever felt before. He never wanted the moment to end. He wanted to be locked in this embrace, feeling the ecstasy between them for as long as possible. By the blissful gaze she layered on him, she felt the same. Her hands touched his back, clinging in a desperate way.
She closed her eyes, tucking her head into his chest. “Deeper, Corey.”
He kissed her neck, then listened, thrusting deeper. A muffled groan slipped from her lips, making him tense briefly. When she didn’t stiffen, he took that as a sign it hadn’t hurt in a bad way. She liked it and wanted more. So he did it again. Thrust hard and deep, but in a deliberate unhurried manner. Over and over until he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He stiffened, growling her name low in her ear as the pleasure flowed through him.
Her hands rubbed softly up and down his back. “I like how you whisper my name.”
Corey lifted his head and grinned. “I can scream it next time like you do.”
“No. Whispering is definitely more erotic. It’s sexy as hell.”
“Are you tired?”
The twinkling in her eyes told him the answer he had hoped to hear.
“Good.” He kissed her. “Let me toss this condom and make you scream my name again. I don’t think you were loud enough last time.”
Her laughter followed him to the bathroom where he cleaned himself.
Though no one was home with them, he shut the bedroom door when he re-entered it and then proceeded to do what he said he would.
21
“Chop, chop, let’s go, ladies. We’ll be late if we don’t leave now.”
Genevieve winked at Amelie and then picked her up as best as she could with one good arm and one in a cast and walked out of her bedroom. “You can’t rush us. It takes time to beautify ourselves.”
“Well, damn. It was worth every second.” Corey’s eyes slid up and down, making her wish they had had more time this morning. He’d loved her softly and slowly—and super quietly as not to wake Amelie—before they had finally gotten up to get ready for the wedding.
“Language.” She let him kiss her before he took Amelie from her.
