When Bob saw the microphone, his eyes widened. He'd fallen in love with her the first time he heard her sing. Hearing her sing to him was going to be a true shock to his system, but it was obvious that she was about to do it.
He pulled her into his arms in the center of the dance floor as the band started the song again, waiting as they began dancing. There was a crowd watching them around the edge of the dance floor as Cissie began singing. The words from "Could I Have This Dance" filled the building, but he knew they were just for him. From her.
He knew the words, but he didn't feel like he should sing along. Her voice filled him with emotion. He only hoped someone was getting this moment on video, because he never wanted to forget it. He hadn't expected this song, but as wedding gifts went, it was at the top of his list.
Chapter Three
Cissie had stashed her suitcase in her office, and they got it before going out to the car. It seemed like forever, and no time at all, before they were in Bob's Chevy Equinox and headed to his house. "We'll have to get the rest of my clothes one day this week, but that's at least enough to last me a couple of days."
Bob pulled out of the parking lot and pointed the car toward home. "That works." He was more nervous again now that they were alone together.
Cissie took a deep breath, knowing she needed to tell him what she'd meant about it being her first time. She wasn't looking forward to the conversation, but what the heck? He was always blushing, so she could just join him, right? "I didn't mean that I wanted our first time together to be in a bed," she said softly.
Bob looked at her with wide eyes. They could always put the back seat down. There wasn't a lot of room to stretch out, but he'd find an empty cornfield somewhere if that's what she wanted. "Oh? Where then?"
Cissie stared at him for a moment, trying to understand him. When she comprehended how he'd taken her statement, she blushed and laughed at the same time. "No, that's not what I mean, either, but I do like the way you think, Deputy Bob." She needed to be clearer when she spoke to him apparently. His mind was definitely going to go where it wanted to go.
Bob blushed, feeling like an idiot. "What did you mean?"
"I meant that this is my first time, not just our first time." She didn't look at him as she said the words. She couldn't, because now she was blushing too. What a pair they made!
"You mean—" He couldn't force himself to finish the sentence. She couldn't mean what he thought she meant. She was too bold!
She nodded. "Exactly. I've never done this before. I'm a virgin. Totally new territory for me." She put her hand on his thigh and leaned close over the console. "I find I'm a bit eager, though." It was the understatement of the year, but she couldn't very well tell him she wanted to strip him and do him in the car. Well, she could, but she probably shouldn't.
Bob felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He'd envisioned a long wild night of impassioned sex, and he was going to have to be gentle with her. He wanted to scream, and he was pleased all at once. No other man had touched her like he was going to. And never would.
The drive to his house took twenty minutes, and he did his best to calm his beating heart. He knew she wasn't going to want to dive straight into bed when they got there, and it was all he could think about! They'd only had snacks at the reception, so he would probably need to come up with something for them to eat relatively quickly. He could get his mind out of his pants long enough to do that, couldn't he?
When they pulled up in front of a small house in Shady Hills, she eyed it curiously. They were on the outskirts of town, not that there was much of a town there. Shady Hills had a population of less than three hundred people, so it wasn't exactly overcrowded. They didn't even have their own bowling alley, and had to drive to Blevins to use theirs. Very sad in Cissie's mind.
Of course, Blevins was dry and Shady Hills wasn't, so a lot of people in Blevins had to drive to Shady Hills to drink. Here, the bars were the centers of town.
As soon as the car was stopped, she turned to him. "You okay with what I told you?" He'd said very little since she'd made her confession to him, and she was getting worried.
Bob nodded solemnly, wondering what she'd say if he wasn't okay with it. Would she run out and 'take care of the problem' with some stranger? He certainly couldn't allow that to happen.
Reaching for him, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to her, her mouth going to his. She got caught by a cop kissing in a car as a teenager, and had always wondered about kissing a cop in a car. Maybe they could make out in the back of his police car sometime.
Bob pulled her closer, groaning at the console digging into his side. "We'd be a lot more comfortable in the house." In my bed.
"Only if you promise me one thing..."
He nipped her neck, ready to promise her anything in the world if she'd just go into the house and start stripping. "What's that?"
"Will you promise me that we'll make out in the back of your cop car someday? I have this thing about men in uniform—especially cops!" She looked at him eagerly, hoping he'd agree. She knew she must seem crazy to him, but he wasn't complaining, so she didn't care.
Bob felt the laughter bubble up inside him. She really was something else. "Sure. I'll do anything as long as we're in the house and naked in less than five minutes." He blushed as he said the words, but at least his tongue didn't feel too thick to speak for once.
"I bet I can be undressed before you!" she said, opening her car door. "Wanna race?"
"Depends on what the winner gets."
She thought about that for a moment as she rushed toward the door, tapping her foot impatiently as he grabbed her suitcase from the back. "Loser has to cook every meal all week." Cissie hated cooking. She was good at it, because she needed to be for her work, but she didn't have any desire to do it at home. Hopefully he, by some magic, loved to cook and wouldn't mind doing it every day.
Bob set the suitcase down on the porch as he unlocked his door. "Sure. I like to cook!"
"Lead the way to my honeymoon suite," she said, standing just inside the door looking around. He needed some serious help in the interior decorating department. His house looked like he'd purchased whatever garage sale finds were available on any given day.
Bob pushed past her and walked down the hallway to his bedroom, having no doubt she'd follow. His sweet little virgin bride was eager for him, and he couldn't be happier about it.
He pushed open the door to his bedroom, looking around with fresh eyes, trying to see it as she would. His bedspread was dark and manly, not something a woman would like much. But he'd sprinkled pink rose petals all over the bed that morning, thinking she'd like it. Now, looking at them, he blushed, thinking it had been a mistake.
Cissie looked at the bed, a grin lighting up her face. "Aw. Rose petals? You're the best, Deputy Bob!" She turned her back to him, pulling her long dark hair out of the way. "Unzip please. I can't reach." She was determined to be undressed before him.
Bob placed a kiss on the side of her neck, before his hands moved to her zipper. "I could just let you stand there, forcing you to lose."
She glanced over her shoulder at him. "But you won't, because you want me naked." She had no doubt about the power she had over him.
He laughed. "I do."
"We don't need more wedding vows now! Just get me out of this thing!"
He quickly unzipped her and watched as she pushed the dress down around her waist without even looking at him. She wore a corset under the dress, because she hadn't been able to find a strapless bra she liked. She had stockings on, instead of nylons, that attached to the corset. He'd never seen a sexier outfit in his life.
She turned to face him, noting that he was standing still watching her undress. She started to say something, but she wasn't going to ruin a week of him cooking. "Do you want to untie my corset for me?" she asked sweetly. "I can do it, but it's so much easier with help."
Bob nodded, not trusting his voice. "Turn around."
After she'd complied, he untied her corset, loosening it for her. He didn't wait to be asked to unsnap the stockings, simply going to his knees to take care of that for her. When he was finished, he tugged her corset down to her feet so she could step out of it. "Wow."
She grinned down at him, cupping her breasts in her hands as if offering them to him. "Wow?" He wasn't the most eloquent man she'd ever met, but what he did say he made special.
He slowly got to his feet, his gaze going from her head to her toes. She wore only her white panties and the stockings which were still all the way up her thighs. "You look incredible." He pushed her gently back toward the bed. "Sit down. I'll get your stockings and shoes off."
Cissie watched him kneel at her feet again, sliding each of her shoes off before he carefully rolled her stockings down her legs and off her feet. When he'd put the second stocking on the floor, he lifted her bare foot to his mouth, kissing her arch.
"Hmm...looks like I only have one thing left on me, and you're still fully clothed." Cissie took her other foot, and moved it inside his suit jacket, feeling his muscles against her toes.
"You had help!" he protested.
She got to her feet and waited for him to do the same. "Well, let me remove this last thing to clinch the win, and then I'll help you." She didn't care if she'd cheated or not. She wasn't going to have to cook for a week, and she'd take the victory and run with it.
He watched as she shimmied out of her panties, standing before him totally nude. He liked her boldness and found himself falling for her more than ever. "I already said 'wow.' How about, 'You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I can't believe you're mine?'"
She laughed softly. "That'll do." Reaching out she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. "I love how broad your shoulders are. I'm a sucker for a man with strong muscles and a uniform. Someday we're going to have to play cop and prisoner, but I want handcuffs lined with fur." She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
"You are going to be a handful, Cissie Anderson."
"Did you ever doubt it?" It seemed strange to hear him call her that, but she didn't take time to think about it. Instead she untied his tie and slipped it out of the collar of his shirt, dropping it on the floor. She'd find a way to convince him it was his job to pick it up later. She had won after all!
He shook his head. No, he'd never doubted it. He'd known from the first time he heard her sing that she was full of passion and life. Holding on to her and clinging as long as he could was his only real option. He needed her in more ways than he could possibly count.
She swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Taking a step back, she admired what she'd uncovered. He had a light spattering of dark chest hair, just enough that she wanted to run her fingers through it, so she reached out a hand and touched. What will that feel like against my breasts? Not one given to wondering about anything for long if she could get an answer, she stepped closer to him and pressed against him, wiggling a little to feel the hair tickle her. "I like!"
Bob couldn't help but admire the way she took what she wanted. He wondered what she'd do if he threw her down on the bed and stripped off his pants. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Slow and steady.
Cissie made a face. "You need to sit down. I have to take your shoes and socks off now, 'cuz I'm not waiting to take your pants off, and you'll look silly with your socks on and no pants." She'd seen men in movies in their socks and underwear, and it always made her laugh. She did not want to be laughing at her sexy husband on their wedding night.
Bob couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you ever afraid to just take what you want?"
Cissie shrugged. "No one is going to hand me the world on a silver platter. If I want something, it's my job to get it." She didn't want things to be handed to her. She liked being independent and getting what she wanted when she wanted it. Cindy called her a control freak, but really? She just knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. Why did that make her a freak?
"I'd give you the world if I could." His words were simple, but he hoped she knew how heartfelt they were.
She smiled. He already acted like he was in love, but she knew that wasn't possible. Someday soon, she hoped.
While he sat, she knelt at his feet and removed his socks and shoes. "Now stand back up, because these things are coming off!" Her hands gripped the fabric of his pants, leaving no doubt in his mind what she was talking about.
Bob stood and watched her as she quickly undid the fly of his pants, pushing them down to the floor. She sighed when they were off. "What's that about?"
"I was worried you'd wear tighty whities, and the whole thing would be ruined." Cindy had said Trey had been wearing tighty whites on her wedding day, and all day she'd worried that Bob was wearing them.
He threw back his head and laughed. "I need you in my life."
Her eyes were filled with laughter as they met his. "Yes, you do. Everyone does." She slipped her hands in his boxers and over his butt, stroking it. "Nice tushy, Deputy Bob."
Bob blushed, shaking his head. "I don't think you're supposed to be quite this eager."
Cissie shrugged. "I can't remember the last time I did something just because I was supposed to." She pushed his boxers down, looking at what she'd uncovered. She touched his erection, surprised at the feel. She'd done a lot of making out with boys between high school and college, but she'd never gone so far as to actually touch a man there.
Bob caught her hand and moved it away. "Not yet," he whispered.
Cissie looked at him in surprise. "You don't like it?" In the romance novels, the men had always loved it, but romance novels weren't always right.
He lowered his head to hers, kissing her, nibbling at her lips. "I like it too much. I don't want this to be over before it starts."
She grinned. "I don't either." She pushed him toward the bed, surprised that she wasn't nervous now that the time was upon them. She wasn't though. She couldn't wait to touch him all over.
Bob wasn't a stupid man, and he could take a hint. He stretched out on his back on the bed, watching Cissie crawl toward him. She knelt beside him on the bed, stroking his chest, her eyes looking at his manhood. "Are you sure I can't touch it?" She really wanted to touch him. Surely he'd change his mind.
"Not this time. Sorry." He hated denying her anything, but he just didn't have the kind of control he'd need for that. He'd dreamed of having her in his bed for so long, that now she was actually there, he wasn't sure how he was going to keep from exploding too soon.
Cissie frowned. She wanted to play with it, but if he wasn't ready for that, then she could just get on with it. She put one knee over him, straddling his middle. Her hands were on either side of his head as she leaned down to kiss him. "I think I like you, Deputy Bob."
He groaned, cupping her breast in his hand. "You're killing me." He didn't know if she was on him just for the closer contact, or if she actually expected to ride him. For a virgin, she was one forward woman! He liked that about her, but was certain she'd really kill him when she was more experienced.
Cissie lifted her hips and moved so she was hovering over him, pressing down so she could feel him against her opening. She let out a soft moan. "Help me here. It's not like I know what I'm doing!"
Bob didn't know whether to laugh or not, so in the end he did as she asked. He guided himself to her tight channel, putting his hands on her hips and pushing up at the same time.
Cissie gasped as she felt him slip inside her, just a little. She knew there would be pain involved, but she also knew the pain was in the way of her pleasure, so she pressed her lips to his before pushing down, letting gravity help her.
Bob swallowed her gasp of pain, wrapping his arms around her, holding her still for a moment. "I was going to go slow!" he protested, worried he'd hurt her.
"Why? It was going to hurt either way. Rip the band aid off fast and get to the good stuff!" She wiggled a little, feeling her breasts brush his chest hair.
He stroked h
is hands up and down her back, knowing she needed a minute. All his instincts were screaming at him to start moving within her, but he just couldn't hurt her that way. No, she needed him to be gentle.
Cissie sighed, wiggling her hips a little, enjoying the feel now. "Okay, I'm ready." She pushed herself up to a sitting position facing him, feeling him deeper inside her than before. "Let's do this thing!"
He chuckled, shaking under her.
Cissie let out a small moan. "That felt good. Laugh some more!"
Bob just shook his head, knowing she could figure it out herself. Cissie began to slowly rock over him, feeling him pulse inside her. It was such a strange sensation, but she liked it.
It only took her a moment to get the hang of what she was supposed to do, and she was soon moving them toward their pleasure. He played with her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. Watching her face as she moved, and grew used to him, was almost as pleasurable as the act itself. She hid nothing, everything she was feeling out in the open.
When she climaxed, he pulled her head down for his kiss, before rolling them over so he could finish quickly.
A few minutes later, they were laying on their sides facing one another, and he was stroking her hair out of her face as his breathing slowly returned to normal. "I thought you'd make me wait for a wedding night," he said softly.
Cissie laughed. "I've waited my whole life to make love. I'm married, and it's going to happen. Often!" She kissed him quickly. "But now I'm hungry, and someone is supposed to be cooking for me." She should be less forceful in her words, but really, she wanted to start their marriage the way she meant to go forward.
He groaned. "Are you always going to be this demanding?"
She shook her head. "No, but I think I need to keep my energy up if we're going to do this more tonight." And they were going to do it a lot more that night. She was determined.
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