by Becca Dale
“Or this?” Tugging her bra down, he exposed her breasts to his mouth. His lips closed over her right nipple, sucking and licking with relentless strokes until her fingers curled into the bedspread.
“Uh-huh.”
“No one else will ever make you feel this way.” He picked up her hand and kissed her wedding ring. “Just like I will never touch another woman from this day forward. You're mine, to have and to hold.”
She gasped as his free hand slipped beneath the waistband of her thong and his mouth closed over her other breast. Her back arched, curving toward his touch. “Gavin...” Long fingers circled her wet pussy, gliding over the smooth skin. Then he sank his middle finger deep inside her, farther than he had ever gone before. “Oh, that feels good.”
She felt his grin as he kissed his way down her stomach. “What were you going to say, beauty?”
Savannah fought to regain her thought, but it skipped just beyond her reach when he tugged her underwear off her legs. “I...you...”
Gavin planted nibbling kisses down her thighs to the top of her stockings, his tongue teasing the lace band on each before he kissed his way back up. When he returned to her aching core, he blew softly over the damp folds. “Mine to do this to.”
He spread her open with his thumbs, exposing her to his seeking tongue. Each stroke brought him closer to her clit while his finger delved inside her, coaxing her muscles to relax and welcome the strange invasion. Lifting his head, he blew on her again. Hot breath sent tremors rippling through her eager body. “Tell me no one else will ever touch you like this, that you belong to me. Please, beauty. Give me your word.”
How could he doubt it? They'd known each other for such a little time, but that did not alter how much she wanted to be his wife in every way.
Twisting from his possessive hold, Savannah sat on her knees in the middle of the bed, naked except for the flipped down bra and silky stockings. He still wore his tuxedo minus the jacket he'd ditched at the dance. Reaching behind her, she released the hooks and tossed her bra aside. “Look at me, Gavin.”
His hot gaze traveled from her eyes downward, taking in her body. “No way to stop me on that one, beauty.”
“Why am I naked while you are still fully clothed?”
“Don't want to rush you.”
“Really?” Feeling a bit wicked, she reached out to caress the obvious bulge in his pants. “So you aren't trying to wait for me again?”
He groaned and bucked against her hand. “Maybe a bit. Keep that up and I won't succeed.”
She tightened her hold, stroking up and down, loving the way he thickened in her hand. “So if I'm yours to touch, that makes you mine, right?”
“Fuck yeah.”
His button and zipper yielded with little resistance. “And if I wanted to take you out and play for a while, that would be fine with you?” She cupped him through his black boxers and slid her palm over his ridged shaft.
His eyes closed on a moan. “I don't know how long I can hold out if you keep that up, but I promise to make it up to you in spades before the night is out.”
Releasing his cock, she chuckled as he groaned. “I want to see you naked, my husband.”
“Yes, ma'am.” He ripped his tie loose and tugged his shirt off without unbuttoning it fully. The pants, underwear, socks and shoes followed in a few, slightly more awkward moves. He returned to kneel before her, a teasing grin tilting one corner of his sexy mouth.
He was flawless. The faint glow from the street lamp outside his apartment highlighted every muscle, painting him perfect. A light sprinkling of hair emphasized his manly chest, and the thin line leading from his lower stomach to his groin begged her to trace it with her tongue. His cock rose thick and red, jutting upward for a kiss. Even his toned thighs made her hot. She had seen him undressed before, but they hovered on the edge of changing everything. “Do you know this is the first time you've touched me on a bed?”
“We've slept together three nights running.”
A blush warmed her cheeks. “Yes, but you refused to do more than hold me once we got there. You refused to really touch me.”
He moaned. “This will be the first time I really touch you, bed or no.”
A shiver raced across her naked flesh as his heated gaze swept over her. “What if I disappoint you?”
“Never.” Gavin reached for her, tugging her gently off balance and against his chest. “You are a dream realized, Savannah. My perfect wife, the only one who I could ever trust enough to bear my children and to...”
To love me? Was that what he had meant to say? When he didn't continue, she pushed back from his embrace. “And to do what, Gavin?”
“Nothing.” A scowl marred his handsome face a moment before he rolled her beneath him on the bed. “I can't wait another moment for you.”
His lips captured hers in a hard kiss, erasing doubt and insecurities. Strong hands swept over her, gently teasing her to arousal. Desire quickly overcame the need to hear him say what she saw in his eyes. She could not utter the words without hearing them from him first, but they had a lifetime to figure it out.
His hand slipped over her mound, cupping her. “So smooth, so wet and ready for me.” He shifted so he could watch as he entered her with two fingers, dipping deep with long, slow strokes. With a rough growl, he tipped his head against her shoulder before his gaze returned to the play of his fingers in and out of her body. “Spread your legs wider, Savannah. Let me in.”
Her whole body trembled from the simple caress. Her eyes fluttered closed as she opened to him, stretching to accommodate two fingers. His cock was so much bigger. He worked to gently prepare her, but the fear of the unknown grew in her mind with each stroke. She turned toward him, exploring the rigid muscles of his chest and the sprinkling of hair as she wandered downward, desperate to think of anything beyond how much he could hurt her if he were not careful. Still, it was Gavin, her soldier boy, honorable and honest, and she wanted him with a desire that bordered on desperation.
Thrusting against his hand, she tried to take him deeper, ignoring the twinge of discomfort that came with her restless movements. “I need...”
“Shh, don't rush this, beauty. I don't want to hurt you.” Gavin continued his slow torture despite Savannah's whimpers that begged him for more. He had to make this first time good for her. If he went too fast, she might never forgive him his clumsiness. But his cock screamed to be inside her, to sink into her silken flesh and ride her until she flew apart in his arms. “You're so tight. I can feel your muscles squeezing my fingers. Relax.”
“Easy for you to say. You know what to expect.”
“No.” He kissed her again as he added a third finger and she gasped. “I have never touched a virgin so we're in this together. If it would help, I can tell you exactly what I intend to do as we go.”
She hid her face in the curve of his neck when he bumped his middle finger against the tiny raised oval of her G-spot. A shudder shook her slender frame. Goose bumps rose on her skin and she rode his hand in fitful thrusts. “Oh, God, what are you doing?”
“Pleasuring my wife.” He chuckled and stroked a bit harder, desperate to take her over the edge before he entered her. “See, nothing to fear.” He slid down her body to touch his tongue to her swollen clit.
Her hands clenched in his hair, pushing him closer, pulling him away. “It's too much. I've waited too many days. I'm going to come. Please.”
“Let go, Savannah. I need you to.”
“No.” She sat up and tugged on his hair until he looked up from his delightful feast. “Inside me, Gavin. I want to feel you with me this time.”
Her curls spread around her sweet face in a wild tangle giving her the look of a woman already well-fucked and his balls drew up. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled her across the bed until her long legs draped over his thighs then boosted her to sit astride him. Her nipples pebbled hard against his chest as he met her sky blue gaze. “How's a man supposed to resist an invit
ation like that?”
“Why try? I need you, my husband.”
With an arm around her waist, he urged her upward a bit so he could reach between them and guide his cock to her dripping pussy. He'd never had a woman without a condom, never wanted to risk a child with anyone, but Savannah was different. The need to spill his seed inside her became a greedy thing, demanding he mark her irrevocably as his wife and the mother of his children. “Stop me if it hurts.”
She nodded and bit her lip but offered no sign of real discomfort as he pushed upward, gliding in the first couple inches before pulling back and easing in again.
Savannah shifted restlessly. “Deeper.”
Gavin clung to his restraint when he needed to fuck her. “I won't lose control and cause you pain so cut me some slack, damn it.”
Rocking against his hold, she sank lower, nearly engulfing his entire rod in her wet sheath. Tension rose with her cry. “Don't make me wait any longer, Gavin. Please.”
With a guttural groan, he dropped her to her back, long legs still draped open over his thighs, naked breasts tipped upward for his hungry tongue. The position pulled him partially from her silky heat, but it exposed her to his gaze and to his touch. Trailing his fingers lightly up her sides, he teased the swell of her breasts, circling the mounds, then wandering to worship her pebbled nipples.
When he tweaked her, gently at first then hard enough to ring a cry from her, her back bowed and her moist lips parted. “Do you like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
Leaning over her, he sacrificed the view for an opportunity to taste her budded nipples. His tongue flicked one then the other in an effort to please her, to make her want him as much as he wanted her. Slowly he sucked, mouthing the heated flesh. Hands on her hips, he lifted her, shifting her to the correct angle before sinking nearly half his cock into her sweet pussy. Never had he felt anything so hot, so much like sliding home.
She gasped as he rocked deeper. Nails dug into his shoulders, she shuddered and writhed. “Stop treating me like I'm breakable. I've waited too long for this moment. Now, Gavin.”
Her sexy demand shattered any hope he had of going slow. He'd waited his whole life for her. Still, he hesitated a moment longer, appreciating the quiver of Savannah's inner muscles as they rippled around his cock, her slick pussy an erotic glove, clinging to his dick, then he slammed into her with obsessive greed.
She cried out, locking her legs around him and meeting him thrust for thrust. Tears shimmered in her lovely eyes and a few escaped to trickle down her cheeks as she writhed beneath him.
He gripped her hips to hold her still. “You're crying. Did I hurt you?”
“No. It's just...overwhelming.” Her hands cupped his face and pulled him down. Her hips arched, welcoming his thrust. “It feels so amazing...you inside me. Is it...am I—”
“You're perfect.” He kissed her, claimed her without breaking rhythm. Bracing himself on one arm, he shoved his free hand between them and circled her clit, rubbing hard, needing her to lose control as his own restraint faded. He buried his face against her throat to keep from confessing how much he loved her, praying actions would be enough.
Savannah arched upward, her legs spread wide to cradle his hips. “Don't stop. I never imagined...never knew...oh...”
“Let go, beauty. I can't hold off much longer. You're too fantastic, so tight. Made for me.”
“Gavin...” Savannah's fingers dug into his biceps as she drove her heels into the mattress and lifted to him. “Come with me, soldier boy.”
She thrashed in his arms. Her pussy clenched and released his naked cock, caressing, sucking, stroking while she rode her orgasm. Nothing mattered except that she was custom fit for him alone.
Gavin thrust faster, balls slapping against her sweet ass, lips locked over her sexy mouth, until he could not hold off a moment longer. Hot cum surged from him in fiery pulses. He gripped her hip clinging to her, holding his wife as they both shuddered with the sweetest surrender.
Savannah awoke sore but energized. The clock beside her bed said five-fifteen, and the sound of the shower reminded her it was Monday. The private weekend had ended. She stretched, enjoying the luxuriant feel of the satin sheets. They'd slept the first night at Gavin's house because it was closer to the reception, but the rest had been spent curled up in her king bed.
The door to the bathroom opened, and her new husband strolled across the bedroom toward her wearing nothing more than a towel around his sexy hips. Savannah rolled to her stomach and watched him get ready for the day. When he fastened the last button on his dress shirt, she smiled. “You must have a meeting.”
He turned. “I thought you were asleep.”
“Nope, just watching you.” She laughed and sat up, taking the pillow with her to hide her nakedness. “I sound like a creeper, but I can't help it. I love the way you move your gorgeous body. I think I got the better end of our bargain.”
“Not a chance.” He crossed the room and sat beside her, his big hand cupping her head to pull her in for a kiss. Releasing her with a sigh, Gavin tugged the pillow from her arms and tossed it before lifting her to his lap. “What do you have going on today?”
“I have a doctor's appointment at one.”
He stilled and tilted her away so he could study her face. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing. Just a checkup.” When he didn't look convinced, she smiled. “Honest. I'm fine. The rest of the day I'm catching up for slacking off last week.”
He chuckled. “Planning a wedding in three days is not slacking off.”
“No, but it doesn't get my work done either.”
“Have time to meet me for lunch before one?”
She shook her head and snuggled against him. He smelled so good, and she regretted not having joined him in the shower. “I can't. I have a million things to do today. How about tomorrow?”
“Sounds perfect.” He hugged her tight once more then set her back on the bed and rose. Tucking the sheet around her, he dropped a fleeting but sexy kiss on her lips. “Get some more sleep. I'll talk to you later.”
“What time will you be home?”
“Around six. You?”
“About the same.”
He kissed her again and turned for the door. “All right. I'll call you later if I hear from the clients about that garden you drew up.” He turned and winked at her. “Which was incredible by the way.”
“Thanks.” Everything the man did and said confirmed he cared about her. It was just the omission of the words that had her worried, but she had the rest of their lives to convince him he needed her as much as she had come to need him. He started to leave. “Wait a second, soldier boy.” She rose to her knees and let the sheet drop to the bed. Desire blazed instant and raw in his eyes. “Miss me while you're gone.”
Long legs carried him to her side in a flash. He jerked her into his arms with a deep groan, one hand in her hair the other cupping her ass, he kissed her breathless. She clung to him by the time he lifted his head. “Every minute we're apart, beauty.”
He left before she could convince her mind or mouth to work well enough to respond. She sank back to the bed with a sigh and buried her nose in his pillow, sucking in the scent of the man she loved more than reason or caution allowed. She simply had to convince him that love was worth the risk.
Piece of cake.
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Chapter Fourteen
Fighting to draw breath around the knot in her throat, Savannah walked across the parking lot to Gavin's office. The late afternoon sun barely registered as it beat down on the hot asphalt. Fresh makeup hid the physical signs of the tears she'd cried at the doctor's and during the hours since, but it could not take the tremble from her hands.
She contemplated running away without talking to him, but he would not understand, would hate her for leaving more than he would despise her for the truth. Not that she had any intention of telling him that either. He'd
never believe she hadn't lied about wanting children. The fact that she'd married him should be proof enough that she hadn't known, but his anger wouldn't allow him to see past the surface. He had told her too many times and in too many ways that his mother's death and his stepmother's callous behavior had destroyed his faith in women, and she was about to prove it beyond doubt.
Even so, the man she had so quickly come to love would choose the highroad no matter if it locked him into a loveless marriage that could not meet his needs. Grasping the door pull, she stared for a moment at his name written in solid block styling while willing her heart to slow and her eyes to no longer burn before she opened the door and entered the cool interior.
Darcy stood by the receptionist's desk but looked up with a smile as Savannah walked in. “Ah, my new sister! Gavin! Your bride's here!”
Savannah tried to smile, to hug Gavin's sister and pretend that she didn't want to curl up in a ball and sob. Half of her felt numb. The other half screamed in pain so intense it nearly dropped her to her knees. Gavin and Marc strode down the hall together, both gorgeous, but her husband's welcoming grin made him so much more attractive and made everything so much worse. Run! Leave and don't turn back.
Gavin's strong arms circled her, lifting her against him in a steadying embrace as his mouth captured hers. Her fingers threaded into his hair, holding him close one last time.
When he released her, passion darkened his eyes. “I thought we were meeting at home.”
She bit down on her tongue, hoping the pain would distract her from what she had to do, then stepped from his arms. “Is there somewhere we can talk?”
A slight scowl drew his brows down. “Sure. What's wrong?”
She didn't answer. He finally turned and led her down the hall to a small office, kicking the door closed behind them. Blueprints and files littered the room despite the fact that he did his designing on the computer. He scooped up a pile and nodded toward a chair. “Have a seat.”
“No. I won't be here that long.”
Slowly, he set the files down on his desk and turned to stare at her, distrust already in his eyes. “What happened?”