Natalie reached a hand down and guided him to her quivering snatch. As he massaged her breasts, she eased onto him, both of them groaning as he stretched her for the first time. She cringed at the first slight pinch of pain and eased back off. The second time, she sank lower, making a mental note later to tell him how much she admired his control. The next time, she held her breath, and when she lowered her body completely over his, she blew out the air and embraced the pain before settling on top of him.
Vincent remained perfectly still, letting her adjust. Her head fell back and she bit her lip as she rolled her hips, embracing the intoxicating feel of him stretching her to her fullest, gliding in and out so smoothly. She fell forward onto his chest, riding him at a steady pace, searching for his lips with her own. His body moved beneath her, his hips bucking up to meet her downward thrusts, pushing him even deeper. She leaned back, bending herself backwards over his legs as he held her hips steady.
The ecstasy that poured over her body drove her completely over the edge as her cry echoed around the room, joined by his sudden bellow of release as his cock swelled within her and she felt his warmth fill her depths. Trembling and enjoying every single aftershock of pleasure rippling through her body, she sank back onto his chest and he slipped out, leaving her aching for him already.
He kissed the top of her head, his chest rising and falling hard as he tried to catch his breath when he cursed. “Shit, Natalie—I wasn’t even thinking.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I meant to take you to my room. I didn’t wear a condom, I’m sorry.”
A flicker of worry filled her, but she shrugged. “I’m on the pill, and I’m going to assume if you had anything, you would have told me, right? Well, I mean, we are married,” she reminded him. “If anything happens, it’ll only be good for our story and for us both.”
He sat up, moving her with him so she straddled his lap. “Are you saying…you want to have kids with me?”
Did she? Having children was a huge step and something she long ago gave up on. “There are quite a few things I’m finding I want to do with you, Vincent Cunningham.” She trailed her finger down his chest rising and falling with hers so his dusting of chest hairs brushed her nipples, hardening them again. “I’m saying that I find myself quite happy with you in this life. Is that crazy? It is…it’s too much, I’m sorry.”
“No,” he whispered and lifted her face towards his. “It’s not crazy at all.”
“Oh no?” A smile played across her lips, and he hugged her as he sank back to the bed.
“No. The moment I saw you—and I mean the you who came out at the reception—I knew there was no way in hell I could let you get away from me.” He sighed, his lips pursing as he glanced around. “That night, when I told you I was lonely? I was dead serious. I never found the person who made me feel…made me feel…”
“Like you were home,” she offered, and he tilted his head to meet her gaze. “That you belonged no matter how much of a freak you were.”
“Yeah, something like that.” He chuckled. “Some crazy marriage, huh?”
“Some crazy marriage.” Her cheek met his chest and she closed her eyes, calmed by the steady thudding of his heart beneath his breast. “So,” she whispered, her hand snaking down his body. “How long until we can…uh, try this again?”
She wrapped her fingers around him, and he growled deep in his throat as he rolled her onto her back.
“Not long at all,” he promised.
The golden raysseeped through the window, warning Vincent it was close to time for him to get up and head to work, but there was no leaving the house for him today. The light touched Natalie’s bare back, the sheet pooled at her hips as she snuggled with a pillow. Her light snores brought a grin to his lips as he lightly traced the lines of the massive tattoo again. To see such an intricate piece of art on someone’s skin fascinated him, but this one had meaning.
His body protested when he shifted, sore from their all-night exploration of each other’s bodies. Every little moan she made taught him exactly what she liked, and he drove her mad several different times. Not that she didn’t pay him back in kind. Never did he think a mouth could wring that much pleasure from his body.
Natalie shifted beneath his hand, though she remained fast asleep. He longed to kiss the side of her breast and nibble her ribs, but watching her sleep was as comforting as seeing her smile or hearing her laughter. Her face was the most relaxed he’d seen it since they met. Sadly, though, nature called. He slipped silently from the bed and tiptoed down the hall to use his bathroom so as not to wake her. When he was finished, he slipped into a pair of low-slung jeans, and avoiding the creaky stairs, he considered brewing a pot of coffee. Breakfast didn’t sound like such a bad idea, and his stomach rumbled in agreement. He picked up the cordless phone and dialed Billy’s number when his gaze landed on the flowers and an idea popped into his head.
“What’s up, boss?” Billy asked through a yawn. “It’s barely six, you know that, right?”
“Damn, sorry. I wasn’t looking at the time. I’m letting you know I’m off the radar for today. I’m about to call my assistant and let her know too.”
“And may I ask the reason?”
“The reason is tucked upstairs in bed. I’ll let you figure out the rest,” he muttered as he found pancake batter in the pantry and set a mixing bowl on the counter.
“Understood. I don’t think you have anything pertinent today.”
“Good. And we’re still good about next weekend?”
“Yes, you are. I’ve shifted everything to next month to ensure you have plenty of time, so you’re welcome. Can I go back to sleep now?”
“Yes, fine, go back to sleep. Bye, Billy.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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