by Doreen Alsen
“I love it when you say my name like that. I’ve got to be inside you, baby, like now.”
Oh God. She wanted that, too. “Yes. Now.”
He ripped off her panties with one shaking hand. He parted her thighs, draped them over his own, and settled down to business.
He stilled. “I don’t have a condom.”
She smiled. “I do. Bedside drawer.”
Reaching over her to the nightstand, he fumbled for the package. Veronica put on her inner vixen and made his life that much more difficult by wiggling her hips and using her hands to tease him.
A breath hissed out of him but he managed to find one. Ripping open the packet with his teeth, he extracted the rubber. Veronica tried to take it out of his hand because she wanted to put it on him. He shook his head. “I won’t last very long if you touch me right now.”
She got to her knees and snagged the condom. “I’ll chance it.” He trembled as she rolled the condom down his erection.
Once covered, he kissed her long, slow and deep as he laid her back down.
Making a place for himself between her thighs, he knelt and ran his fingers along the soft, overly sensitive skin there. She whimpered.
He didn’t enter her core, not yet. He rubbed his erection over her pert bud, bringing her to the brink.
“Please.” She wanted to be filled by him so much.
With a very masculine growl, he positioned himself and eased into her body. He leaned forward draping her legs over his arms, allowing him to hold her wide open. She lifted and circled her hips to coax him deeper. Their eyes locked as they prolonged that first incredible moment of joining.
Finally, finally, he pressed all the way home, sheathed to the hilt.
To her heart.
“Hey.” He smiled down at her. “You okay?”
She gave him a milking squeeze, feeling triumphant when he hissed. “I could be better,” she replied in a whisper.
“Oh, yeah.”
****
Simon knew his size and was afraid to hurt her, but she wouldn’t let him be careful. Enthralled by the way she moved, the way she loved him back, he stroked high inside her, again and again and again.
She gripped the headboard, bracing to take all of him. He quickened his thrusts and she burst around him, keening her pleasure while she came. The feel of her inner muscles milking his shaft was too much. Hips pounding and chest heaving, his orgasm exploded long and hot.
He rested on his elbows over her, almost unable to draw in a breath. Her body still pulsed with aftershocks. She brought her arms around his neck and gently raked her nails along his overheated skin. She purred like a satisfied cat.
He was drenched with adoration of her. “Did I tell you lately that I love you?”
“Yes, but you can tell me again.”
“I love you.” His heart just about exploded with it.
“I love you.” Her smile was shy and sexy.
“Then we’re the luckiest people in the whole world.” He grinned. “So what do you say? Be my valentine?”
Veronica grinned back. “Ooh-La-La! Absolutely.”
Epilogue
Valentine’s Day, one year later
“I do,” Simon said.
He stood at the front of the church with his beautiful bride Veronica. Blushing a spectacular shade of pink, she’d just repeated those same two fateful words. Dressed in a blush colored, elegant, silk and lace gown, her head topped with a veil that seemed to stretch for miles, her loveliness made him tremble.
A lot had happened since last Valentine’s Day, the most important being building a life with his amazing Veronica.
He’d gotten the job of his dreams. And while Veronica’s parents had been less than supportive of their relationship, they were cordial now and had accepted him. But most of all going to sleep and waking with Veronica in his arms. Making love to her from late in the night to the first light of dawn.
The beginning and the end of all his happiness.
He didn’t look at the minister as the man pronounced him and Veronica man and wife. He focused all his attention on the love of his life. “Trust me, baby?”
“You know I do.”
“You may now kiss your bride,” the minister said.
Simon had beaten him to the punch.
A word about the author…
Doreen has wanted to be a writer her whole life but took a detour into being an opera singer and choral conductor. She realized that maybe she should spend more time writing when creating the back stories was more fun than actually singing them. Plus her romance-lovin’ heart couldn’t take all the dead bodies littering the stage at the end of the performance. She is still an active conductor and is regularly found waving her arms around in front of singers.
www.doreenalsen.com
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