“What kind of kiss, beautiful? I need to know. If it’s a sweet kiss and then we go watch a show or two, that’s fine. But if you want the kind of kiss that turns into more, I need to know that too.”
Kayla didn’t have to think about it. They’d gotten married today, and they were alone tonight. They weren’t strangers in bed, even if they’d only been together once.
She didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, but tonight she wanted this. She wanted him.
“I expect a wedding night, Zach. The usual kind, where we have lots of sex and fall asleep together.”
He let out a breath. “Damn, I didn’t expect you to say that. I’m fucking over the moon that you did, but it’s not what I thought you’d say.”
Kayla’s pulse thrummed as she slipped out of his arms and turned around, pulling her hair over her shoulder and baring the back of her dress as she watched his face. “Can you unzip me?”
“I’m dreaming,” he said, his voice low and thick, and then he seemed to snap out of it, grasping her zipper and tugging it slowly down. He bent to kiss her bared shoulders, then made his way down her spine as he pulled. When he got to the bottom, right above her tailbone, he pressed a kiss into the small of her back where her tattoo was, his mouth warm and wet as he slid his tongue over her skin.
Kayla whimpered.
Zach stood and peeled the dress apart, let it slip down her body. But he didn’t let it fall into a wad at her feet. Instead, he held it up as his mouth found her shoulder.
What was he waiting for? Her body was electric. She was already wet, her clit throbbing with arousal. She wanted him to go faster, and she also didn’t because she wanted to enjoy every moment.
“Step out of the dress,” he said in her ear. “I’ll lay it over the chair so it doesn’t wrinkle.”
She did as he told her. He was back, behind her again, his big hands coming around her body to cup her breasts. He turned them, and she started at the sight of the two of them in the mirror that hung above the dresser. She was small and pale and Zach was big, sun-darkened, his body dwarfing hers.
Her bra was white, lacy, and his hands stood out in stark contrast against the fabric.
“You’re so beautiful, Kayla.”
She shuddered. “So are you.”
His eyes met hers in the mirror. “I have a pretty face. You have a pretty soul.”
His words pierced her. “I don’t know about that,” she whispered, her throat tight. Had anyone ever said such a thing to her before?
He tugged the cups of her bra down, baring her breasts. The fabric bunched beneath them, making them thrust up high. Her nipples tightened, pebbling into points that Zach pinched between his fingers. Little lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheted through her body.
“It’s the truth. You’re sweet and beautiful, and you love your child with your whole heart. You had a shitty childhood, but you’re determined Ana won’t. You love your sister and you’re determined not to disrupt her life if you can help it. Those things add up to a pretty soul in my book.”
“I could say the same about you,” she whispered. “I’ve seen you put others first. You’re doing it now, with me and Ana.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he dropped his mouth to her throat and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he licked her skin. Her body was a wire strung almost to the breaking point. She moaned softly as his long fingers pinched and tugged her nipples, heightening their sensitivity.
He kept one hand on her breast and slid the other down her abdomen, into the top of her panties. Kayla put a hand behind her and clutched his head. Then she opened her eyes to watch in the mirror as his hand dropped lower, disappearing beneath her waistband.
When he stroked lower still, his finger brushing her sensitive clit, she gasped.
“Part your legs for me,” he told her.
She did, just enough so he could slide into her wet heat, his fingers stroking and teasing relentlessly.
“You’re so wet, Kayla. I want to be inside you so bad.”
“Then do it. Please. I want you, Zach. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Chapter Seventeen
Kayla had thought he might push her to the bed, strip off his clothes, and slide into her, giving her what she craved. But he didn’t seem in any hurry to do so—and he didn’t stop stroking her pussy as he unsnapped her bra.
“Take it off,” he commanded, his voice dark and delicious.
Kayla did as he ordered, letting the bra drop to the floor. Zach pushed her panties down her hips. His fingers came back to her clit, strumming slowly, and then he inserted one finger inside her as she whimpered.
“We haven’t talked about how we’re doing this,” he rumbled in her ear.
Kayla blinked. “How? I thought you knew how it worked, Zach.”
He chuckled. “That’s not what I meant. I’m talking about safe sex. I’ve been tested—and I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was with you.”
Her heart ached with a rush of love. Don’t read too much into that, Kay-Kay. He’s a SEAL and he’s busy….
She met his eyes in the mirror. “You haven’t?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“I haven’t either. I’m still on birth control, same as before.”
“We used a condom that night. I don’t mind using one if it makes you more comfortable.”
Kayla turned in his arms. He didn’t stop her. He was still fully dressed and she tugged his shirt from his jeans so she could touch hot, bare skin.
“I don’t want to use a condom unless you do. I’ll understand if you’re worried about my birth control failing.”
“Should I be?”
“I’m not. But, honestly, no method is one-hundred percent guaranteed—except sterilization, I suppose.”
“I think that’s a little extreme, don’t you?”
“Not if you don’t want kids.”
“I don’t necessarily want more right now, but I wouldn’t freak out either.”
He had no idea how those words made her feel. The idea of a baby with Zach didn’t freak her out at all. And he’d said he didn’t want more kids right now, which meant he thought of Ana as his too. She loved that about him. He had no idea how much.
“I really don’t think I’m one of those women who fall pregnant at the drop of a hat. Ana didn’t happen the first time James and I were careless.”
He stroked his fingers down her sides, then cupped her breasts. “Let’s not talk about your ex right now. I don’t want anything ruining this experience for you.”
There he went thinking about her again. Her feelings. Her pleasure. Her experience.
“He can’t ruin it for me, but you’re right. I don’t want to talk about him either. I want to be with you.”
“That’s what I want too.”
Zach bent and sucked her nipples. Kayla clung to him, her head thrown back, her palms pressed to his bare skin beneath his shirt. He licked and sucked and her pussy grew so wet she could feel the trickle of her juices on the insides of her legs.
He straightened and ripped his shirt off but didn’t move to take off the jeans he’d changed into after they’d gotten back earlier. He’d dropped her at Chloe’s door when she’d said she was fine in her dress, but he’d wanted to get out of his uniform. She’d understood even if she loved seeing him in military camouflage.
He kissed her, a hot, wet, sensual kiss that had her clinging to him once more as her legs turned into noodles.
“I want to be inside you, Kayla. But I want to lick you even more. Get on the bed, beautiful.”
Kayla did as he told her, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs to show a little bit of slick pink skin. His gaze fixed on her sex as he flicked open the button of his jeans. Once he’d unzipped them, he pushed the fabric down his hips until his cock sprang free.
Kayla made a sound in her throat. Zach’s gaze met hers. He wrapped his hand around his
cock and stroked it, and heat flared in Kayla’s brain. She made a move toward him, but he stopped her with a soft growl. Then he was on his knees at the side of the bed. He gripped her hips and dragged her to the edge.
“I’ve been waiting for this to happen again for two months,” he told her as he pushed her legs open. “It was worth every second.”
Her heart hammered. “You can’t know that yet. We haven’t done anything.”
His eyes gleamed. “I know, Kayla. Believe me.”
Kayla gasped and fell back against the mattress as he took a long swipe up from her slit to her clit. He gently pushed open her folds with his thumbs, then flicked his tongue against her clit again and again.
She had to moan. She couldn’t stop it, even if the sound embarrassed her.
But Zach didn’t seem to mind. He put a finger inside her and worked it in and out slowly, heightening the tension. Kayla’s body was electric, the hum inside her growing more intense with every swipe of his tongue and press of his finger.
She knew what was going to happen, wanted it badly and yet she wanted to make herself wait too. She didn’t want to come too fast, didn’t want that initial buildup to be over—but she really didn’t have any control over it.
He did.
Zack sucked her clit between his lips and she exploded in a gasping, moaning mess. He kept sucking, fucking her faster with his fingers and drawing out her pleasure, until she finally pushed at his shoulders and begged him to stop.
Thankfully, he did—and she promptly burst into tears. She felt more then saw him go still.
“Sorry,” she said between sobs, “I’m not sad or hurt or anything. Really.”
Zach climbed into bed and drew her body against his, her back to his front, nuzzling her neck and whispering to her. “You’re so beautiful, Kayla. I love making you come. I’m sorry I upset you. Tell me what I did and I won’t do it again.”
She still twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Love, sharp and hot and intense, swelled inside her and made her ache. She wanted to tell him, and yet she couldn’t make the words come. It felt too risky. Like throwing down her weapons and striding out on the field of battle without any way to protect herself from a stray arrow.
“I’m not upset, Zach.”
“You’re not?”
She shook her head, her tears lessening as her riotous emotions subsided. Now she really was embarrassed. Heat stained her cheeks and she wanted to crawl beneath the covers and hide. What kind of idiot had an orgasm given to her by a sexy, amazing man—a man she loved—and then started to cry?
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It’s stupid.”
He turned her toward him. She resisted, but he didn’t let her stop him. His green gaze radiated concern as he studied her face. He wiped her tears away.
“You can tell me, Kayla.”
She sniffled again and closed her eyes for a moment. “I know.” It took another second before she could speak. “I’m emotional, that’s all. You’re so good to me, and I know how lucky I am to be your wife. God, that’s weird to say,” she finished on a watery laugh. “Wife, I mean.”
It was more than that, but there were things she couldn’t say to him yet. It was love and happiness and hope all wound into a ball, and it was fear and doubt and worry poking at the surface and trying to find a weak spot so they could wriggle in and tarnish the brightness.
He smiled. “It’s weird for me too. But we’ll get used to it. So… you want to go watch something? I’ll get you a glass of wine and let you choose the show. And it’s not even Monday.”
Kayla blinked. “You would do that? Now?”
“Yeah, I would. I’m a grown man, Kayla, not a hormonal teenager. I can delay gratification if I have to.”
Kayla put her hand between them, found him hot and hard and ready. She heard the intake of his breath, and it made her sizzle anew.
“I don’t want to delay anything, Zach. I want more of you. I want all of you.”
Thank God.
He’d have dragged his sorry ass from this bed and put his clothes back on, and he’d have sat on that couch with her and watched whatever damned thing she wanted to watch, but he wouldn’t have been satisfied. He wouldn’t have let her know it, of course.
When she’d started to cry, he’d had a moment of bewilderment when he hadn’t known what he could have done to cause it. But then his SEAL training kicked in and told him to treat her with calm efficiency. To soothe her and get her to tell him what the problem was so he could solve it.
Solving problems was what he did, after all.
He ran his palm down her side, over her hip, and drew her leg up and over his thigh. “I’d be happy to lick this sweet pussy again,” he told her, skimming his fingers over her clit so that she gasped and moaned a little. “I didn’t get enough the first time.”
“Oh, I want that so much. But I want you inside me even more.”
“Then you’ll get both, honey.”
He pushed her legs open and dropped down until his face was even with her slick, hot flesh. She was so damned pretty. He loved the sight of her glistening folds, the trim blond hair of her mound, her smooth abdomen with its little bit of roundness and barely noticeable stretch marks, the way her creamy flesh rose into two pretty peaks crested by tight little nipples that he wanted to suck on some more.
When Neo touched his tongue to her pussy, her back bowed off the bed. “Yesssss,” she hissed out as he found his rhythm again.
He fucked her with tongue and fingers, sucked her hard little clit, flicked and licked and even nibbled a little bit. He loved the taste of her, could eat her like this for hours. But it was over quickly as she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut, her body twitching like an electric current flowed through it.
Neo kissed his way up her body to her mouth, then thrust his tongue between her lips as he hovered over her, not quite sure how he wanted to proceed. Missionary? A little doggy style? Let her ride him while he watched her tits bounce?
What decided it for him was the way she wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed him back with all the passion and longing he could desire. It didn’t take much to settle between her legs, even less to position his cock and slide into her body.
He took his time in case he hurt her, but she was so wet that it wasn’t a problem at all.
“God you feel amazing,” he said when he was all the way in. The one time they’d been together, it had been with a condom. But this? Being inside her bare?
Heaven.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone bare. Not since he was a stupid, horny teenager who’d been lucky enough not to get his girlfriend pregnant before he’d left to join the Navy.
“So do you,” she said softly.
He took her mouth in a kiss and started to move with slow thrusts, getting them both used to the sensations. Kayla ran her hands up his sides, down over his buttocks, over his biceps and shoulders, into his hair. She touched him everywhere, and he loved it.
It’d been two months since he’d had sex with her, and more than that since he’d been with anyone else. He couldn’t remember the last woman he’d slept with before Kayla, but he’d never forgotten one moment of the night he’d spent with her.
It didn’t take long before things got a little crazy. He slammed into Kayla again and again, and she lifted her hips to meet him every time. Neo tore his mouth from hers and grabbed her ass, lifting her into his thrusts. She groaned.
“Yessss, Zach. Like that. Oh yesssss….”
Her back arched and he dropped his head to her chest, sucking each of her tits in turn as he continued to fuck her harder. She ran her nails lightly down his back, not digging or trying to draw blood, but scraping sensuously across his skin.
“Fuck, Kayla. I want you to come again. Soon, because I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
Her eyes fixed on his, their pretty hazel depths glazed with pleasure. “I’m going to come. Soon—oh!” She bit her
lower lip between her teeth and arched up to him again. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her slick heat gloved him snugly, and he’d never felt so possessive of a woman in his life.
His wife.
Wife.
Jesus, what a head trip that was. He’d married her. To protect her and Ana—and maybe even so nobody else would have the right to do this to her.
She was his. He was the one who got to fuck her, nobody else. As often as she’d let him. Was it crazy to marry a woman at least in part because you wanted her legs wrapped around you while you lost yourself deep inside her?
“Come for me, beautiful. Come hard. Let me feel you.”
Her body vibrated around him as her orgasm hit. She stiffened and then shook all over, crying out so sweetly that he had to kiss her and taste her pleasure. Her pussy gloved him tight and he kept stroking—harder, faster, dragging out her pleasure but also finding his.
His balls tightened to the point of pain—and then his release shot through him. He poured himself into her, groaning as he tingled from balls to toes to the top of his head. Kayla’s eyes were still squeezed shut as she kept coming. He ground himself against her and she whimpered before subsiding. Her eyes eventually drifted open and she smiled.
“Wow.”
He laughed a little. “Yeah, wow.”
His dick twitched inside her and the walls of her pussy tightened around him again and again. It was almost too much sensation, but he stayed where he was and rode it out.
“You okay?” he asked.
Her eyeliner had smudged beneath her eyes, making her look sleepy and bed-rumpled. He liked it. “Yes. You?”
“Honey, I couldn’t be better if I’d won the Powerball.”
Kayla snickered. “You can’t be suggesting sex is better than money.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “When it’s sex with you I can.”
Her lashes dropped, hiding her eyes from him. When she lifted them again, her eyes were a little glassy. “You say the sweetest things to me.”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
“I think I believe you.”
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