Two steps into the house, he stops and lays me on the couch.
“Can’t wait.” His husky voice vibrates against the tender skin of my neck.
I toe my shoes off just before he pushes the skirt of my dress up to my waist. A groan rumbles in his chest as he takes in what I’m wearing beneath my wedding gown. I prop up to my elbows, enjoying the view of Jonah on his knees studying my bridal lingerie.
“Do you want to see the rest?” My voice is deep and dripping with desire.
He caresses my legs, every swipe of his callused hands sending heat straight between them. “There’s more?”
With a teasing kiss, I stand. Giving him my back, I unzip, and slowly peel the fabric from my body.
A hiss slips from between his teeth as my dress drops to the floor. He likes it.
I peek over my shoulder to see him sitting, his eyes fixed on my bottom.
He stands up and steps into my space, so close I can feel his heat against my skin. “Turn around.”
I do just that, but step back, out of his reach.
With a slow sweep of his gaze, I’m trembling.
His eyelids drop low and a predatory glint flashes across his eyes. “Come here, Mrs. Slade.”
My legs burn to obey his every command. But I withhold. “Uh-uh. You’re going to have to come and get me.”
His eyes lock on mine, fire burning behind their hazel depths. He tilts his head to the side, eyebrows raised. Yeah, he likes the challenge.
“You want to be chased.” He steps toward me.
I step back.
Like a shot, he moves, swiping at me with his powerful arm. Anticipating his move, I wheel around and dash toward the hallway. Excited giggles bubble up from my chest, flying out on a squeal. I make it to the hallway entrance before his strong arms wrap around me from behind.
“Gotcha.” The word is spoken at my ear.
I moan in response. He carries me the few short steps to our bedroom door. He releases me, and I flip around. His eyes are dark and hungry. My stomach flips and drops low.
He advances on me, and with every step forward, I take one back. My legs hit the bed. He closes in. I roll my lips, eager for his contact. He traces the top of my white corset with a barely-there touch. My br**sts push against the lace, overflowing at the top. He trails his fingers down the center of each breast where the dark-skinned tips show through the delicate fabric. He circles them with slow, agonizing motions.
I part my lips to accommodate my quickened breath. He cups my br**sts, finally giving them the attention they so desperately need. Bending down, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, a torturous ecstasy that drops my head back with a moan.
“Jonah.” The urgent plea falls from my lips.
His hands move down the ribbing of my corset to my hips. He slides his fingers beneath the barely there fabric of my g-string. My body warms as he loves me with his touch.
Feather-light kisses cover my neck as he slides his hand into my panties. A moan catches in my throat. My legs wobble.
“Lie down, baby.” His words are spoken against my skin, my body obeying his command. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him as his fingers push me to the edge of my control.
I lie on the bed. He pulls my panties down to my knees, but doesn’t take them off. They’re stretched taut between my bent legs, keeping them from falling wide open.
He works between my legs, my body bending to his every whim. I need more. I pop my br**sts from their lacey restraint and arch my back, offering them up to him.
His eyes lift and widen. “Greedy little wife.”
I roll my h*ps against his hand, affirming his words.
His mouth locks around my nipple. Blood races through my body, muscles clenching in euphoric satisfaction as I cry out my release. Weak with satiated bliss, my legs strain to fall apart. He continues to nip at my br**sts.
I grab at his shirt, pulling at the buttons.
“You first.” He rolls me to my side and unlaces the crisscross ribbon at my back, removing my corset. I kick off my panties, and he pulls his white dress shirt from his body.
I suck in a breath as my eyes take in the circular scar at his shoulder. The evidence of his heroism. His bravery worn like a badge, forever imprinted on his skin, like his tattoos. A smile tugs at my lips as I study his newest. Right over his heart, my name in script with beautiful black wings extending from either side.
“I love you, Jonah.”
He doesn’t answer with words, but instead kneels between my legs. My knees fall open wide. He moves over me and lies in the cradle of my legs, the fabric of his dress pants rubbing against my bare flesh.
He braces his weight above me with his muscled arms. “I want you off the pill, baby.”
“Huh?” I’m not sure what my face looks like, but it feels as if it’s gaping.
“I know it’s soon. But, since when do we do things on a timeline? I want to start our family.” He kisses my neck then bites me gently. “What do you say?” His mouth continues its torment.
“Mmm.”
“That a yes or a no, baby?”
A real family. One that we make together. “I’m ready.” I flex my hips.
With shining eyes and his two glorious dimples, he gives me a smile that nearly stops my heart. “Really?”
“Yes.”
Without another word, he releases himself from his pants and in one thrust, buries himself completely. I lock my legs around his hips, our chests pressed together so tight I can feel his heart beat against mine. His hands cup my face and I place my hand on his jaw.
He moves, slow and beautiful, loving me in a gentle rhythm that brings tears to my eyes. His gaze locks on mine, and the affection pouring between us threatens to overwhelm me.
I watch the pleasure build. His perfect white teeth dig into his lower lip. His eyes fight to stay open against the mounting frenzy. Pleasure coils deep my belly. I arch my back and dig my feet into the mattress.
I don’t want it to be over too soon. I lock down his h*ps with my heels.
He stops and takes a deep breath. “No need to hold back, baby. We have forever.”
Forever. The word echoes in my head and I release him to move.
I’m free. Free to live happily with Jonah. No more threats to our future. Free to fly.
His pace quickens, and his muscles tighten with each stroke. I lift my hips, searching for more, deeper, harder. Passion, trust, and love spiral together until it explodes from my body, and I cry out his name. He groans into my neck, biting down on my shoulder and his pace intensifies. With one last thrust, his body relaxes onto mine.
Our chests heave in unison, the soft moans from the aftermath of our love-making fill the room.
He slides in and out in lazy strokes. “Sorry our first time as husband and wife was . . . um . . . fast. I blame the dress. And the stuff you had on under it.”
I run my hands through his hair, forcing him to look at me. His shy smile makes him look younger and almost embarrassed. “We have forever, remember?”
He closes his eyes and leans into my touch. “Yeah.” His eyes flutter open and he turns to look over his shoulder.
“What?” I lean to the side and look down our joined bodies to the end of the bed. “I guess someone’s feeling left out.”
Dog is curled up in a ball at Jonah’s feet. He gives us a sleepy meow.
Jonah turns back, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you talked me into bringing that thing home.”
“Jonah. He’s my responsibility. I couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself like some kind of—”
“Alley cat?”
“Ugh. You know what I mean.” I give Jonah a playful shove and he rolls off and to my side. His fingers draw invisible patterns on my stomach. “I’d be sick if I moved away and no one was there to take care of him. Everyone needs someone.”
“I never thought I’d have anything in common with a mangy cat.” His lips curl at the edges. “We both need you.” He moves from my stomach to my forehead to trace my scar. His smile falls. “I almost lost you.”
“No, never. I would’ve fought. However long it took. I’d never give up until I was free. You’re my life, Jonah. My family, my love, my best friend. Nothing, not even destiny, could keep me from you.”
He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. “Okay.”
~The End~