Jack shook his head, but his gaze remained on the satin bridal garter, centered mid-thigh, below the band of the stocking. “Unfasten them, but leave the stockings and the garters on.”
Damn man was taking all the fun out of it…or was he? Keely crooked her finger. “I need to borrow your big, strong body to support myself so I don’t faint dead away with all the unbridled lust you bring out in me, husband.”
He grinned. “Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?” but he edged forward.
Keely gently set her foot on his crotch. Not as unaffected as he projected; he was totally hard. “Talk about thick.” She smirked when he growled again, but she noticed he didn’t even attempt to move her foot.
She popped the buttons, moving the bridal garter up over the top of the stretchy band of the stocking, and slid her stocking-clad foot up and down his erection before she switched sides.
Once the stockings were loose, Jack leaned in and kissed her. A teasing brush of his lips. A fleeting nibble of his mouth on hers as his fingers inched up her thigh in a whisper-light touch across her trembling skin. When he reached the top of the stocking, he inserted his finger inside and slowly, slowly, slowly dragged it down the length of her leg.
Keely’s whole body was quivering. Tingling even. And he hadn’t even started working his magic touch on all her other special tingly parts. “Jack—”
Her protest disappeared in his intense kiss.
Jack removed the other stocking with the same painstaking precision, with such drawn out eroticism, she whimpered.
He laughed and dropped to his knees.
Oh hell yeah. Now we’re talkin’.
His mouth meandered up the inside of her thigh, the tantalizing touch of his hot breath, wet tongue, moist lips and the scrape of his five o’clock shadow was almost too much to bear. He latched onto the bridal garter with his teeth, snapped it once, and tugged it down her leg.
Okay, this garter removal business was much better in private.
One down, one to go.
She expected he’d torment her mercilessly on the other leg before pressing his mouth to her damp panties and giving her what she really wanted.
But Jack just tugged the other bridal garter off and rolled to his feet. “Done. Now get dressed so we can hit the road.”
“That’s it?”
“What? Were you expecting we’d go at it right here, right now?”
“Uh, yeah. Wasn’t that the point?”
“No. I’ll admit I was considering throwing you a bone after the striptease, but you were so cocksure I had no control—”
“Throwing me a bone?” she repeated. “Are you tryin’ to piss me off, Jack?”
His eyebrows rose. “On our wedding day? Not likely.”
“Then why won’t you—”
“Pin you down on the table or on the tile floor or against the wall and screw you blind?”
“That’d work for me.”
“Too bad, because it doesn’t work for me.”
She frowned. “You’re goin’ all puritan on me now that we’re married?”
“Hell no, but I don’t want fast and dirty the first time we make love as husband and wife, okay? I want to take my time with you. I want it slow.”
Keely stared at him for a few seconds, thrown by his PC reference to sex. “My God, GQ, sometimes you are such a girl.”
There. That oughta goad him into proving his masculinity. Right now.
Probably twice.
But he laughed—a bit meanly. “Nice try. But I will not f**k you until we’re alone, in a room with a huge bed, with the surf pounding in our ears and zero chance we’ll be interrupted by any of your two million family members.” He kissed her forehead. “And that, my sweet, sexy, horny wife, is a promise.”
“Promises are meant to be broken.”
“Not this one.”
A challenge? She loved a challenge. Keely would do everything in her power to make him eat his words—preferably while he was eating her.
Smirking, she tucked the garter in the front pocket of his tux jacket. “If you change your mind, all you’ve gotta do is wave the white garter and surrender to me.”
“Not happening.”
She shrugged. “We’ll see. Now scram so I can get dressed and we can get out of here.”
Three hours later Jack was this goddamn close to saying f**k it, pulling off to the side of the road in nowhere Wyoming and f**king Keely until she couldn’t walk.
It figured his ornery cowgirl couldn’t just sit back and accept that he wanted to wait. No, she’d decided to turn it into a game of make Jack sweat. Within ten miles of driving away from the wedding reception, she’d offered to give him a handjob.
He’d declined.
Then she’d offered to give him a blowjob.
He’d declined.
Then she’d asked if he minded if she took the edge off herself by masturbating.
He minded. A lot. He said as much.
But she’d just laughed, slipped her fingers beneath her sundress and proceeded to get herself off.
Twice.
God. If he didn’t have any willpower now, how was he supposed to survive the next eleven hours?
“What are you thinking about?” she prompted.
As if the vixen didn’t know. “How absolutely exquisite you looked today. How lucky I am. How happy I am that you married me.” Jack lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “What are you thinking about?” She opened her mouth and he warned, “Besides sex.”
“I’ve actually been thinking about my dad’s wedding gift. It was a shock.” Her frown morphed into a sneaky smile that never boded well for him. “But then again, he did give us the section of land that’s closest to their house.”
Jack groaned. “I knew there had to be a catch.”
“It’ll be handy to have Grandpa and Gran-gran so close when we have kids.” She paused. “How many times did you get asked during the reception when we’re gonna start a family?”
“I lost track after seventy.”
Keely laughed. “I rather liked seein’ you skirting the issue, Jack. But as long as we’ve got time to kill, maybe we ought talk about kidlets. Since it’s something we haven’t discussed.”
The last two months since they’d set the wedding date had been a whirlwind. Opening Keely’s clinic, setting up his office space in her building, meeting with his clients across the country to explain he was only changing his physical address, not the nature of his consulting business. He and Keely had been apart more than either of them liked, which was why they needed these two weeks alone.