"Perhaps we've already made one," I told her, for I'd taken her readily enough since we wed.
She shrugged and looked up at me through her lashes. "It wouldn't hurt to continue our efforts."
"No, it wouldn't hurt in the least." I grinned. "In fact, it will be quite pleasurable."
I had haste on my side now, tugging her as I practically ran to our hotel.
PIPER
Many things had become clear when I realized how perilously close I'd been to losing Wiley. I knew I'd been wrong, I knew he could take care of not only me, but himself as well, but more importantly that I didn't want to live without him. Perhaps when we first wed I was unhappy, but the man had proved me wrong at every turn. And now, as he shut the hotel room door closed behind us and saw his needy expression—for I knew what Wiley looked like when he was highly aroused—there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I wasn't a Sinclair any longer. I was an Easton. I was Mrs. Wiley Easton and I was proud of it.
I curved my hand around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Perhaps this was our real first kiss, for we both wanted it. We both meant all the longing and love that we put into it. The judge may have married us days ago, but this kiss made it truly real.
We were no longer in danger and that burden was now gone; Wiley had taken it from me and resolved the problem. He was my protector, my lover, my husband. And as we kissed, our tongues tangling, we were no longer sharing only part of ourselves. We were one, and soon, our bodies would be as well.
Wiley lifted his head. "Are you mine?" His cheeks were flushed, his eyes serious yet narrowed in need, our breaths mingled.
I nodded against the bed. "Yes," I whispered.
He moved away from me to recline on the bed, the frame squeaking beneath his heavy weight. "Then show me. Take off your clothes and show me what's mine."
The picture he painted with his words had my eyes flaring and wetness pooling between my thighs. I turned and faced him. He was reclined and leaning on one elbow, relaxed, yet I knew that he would have me beneath him and his cock buried deep inside of me if he chose. He was in complete control now and I loved it. I loved him, so I did as he bid. I knew that if I pleased him in this, he would most certainly please me as well. Not once or twice, but all day long.
I raised my hands to the top buttons of my dress and saw that his eyes followed. I undid one button and his nostrils flared. I undid another and his lips parted. Another and his fingers clenched in the blanket. It was very heady to see my effect on him, for although I was the one removing my clothes; I was getting a similar show. I felt like a woman on a stage in a very naughty act, but with Wiley as my audience, I felt decadent and wanton.
I also felt powerful, for beneath the front placket of his pants, the thick outline of his cock was blatantly visible. I couldn't help the grin that escaped as I undid the last button. I lifted one hand and undid the tiny button there. I took a step toward him and held out my wrist. Wiley looked at it, took it in his big hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed the tender inside, just where my pulse point was. He undid the button at my other wrist, and then kissed the inside of that one as well. The softness and heat of his lips made my body heat. My blood felt hot and sluggish.
Stepping back, I pushed the bodice of the dress off my shoulders, and then let the material gather about my waist so only my corset covered my torso. Wiley's eyes were riveted to the skin that was exposed as I undid the stays; although I realized that perhaps I could taunt him, let him feel as hot and needy by playing the temptress. My breasts were almost free of the corset when I stopped. The top half of my nipples were exposed and the cleavage the half open corset created was plump, full and very decadent.
Wiley's jaw was clenched tight and his eyes narrowed.
Placing one foot up on the edge of the bed, I lifted the hem of my skirt up over my leg, exposing my boot and my stocking clad calf, then further still to uncover my knee, then the tops of the stocking with the pink bow and then the creamy flesh above.
"Jesus," Wiley muttered, his eyes riveted to my leg.
"Oops," I said, my voice as innocent as I could make it. "I forgot to take off my boots."
I worked one off quickly, and then moved to the ribbon just above my knee. Tugging on it, it came loose, then I slid the white stocking down my leg, exposing my skin to his view, one inch at a time. As I leaned forward to slide it off my foot, my breasts practically spilled from the loose confines of my corset.
"Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?" He pushed up so he sat directly in front of me. Our faces were so close that I could kiss him if I just leaned forward an inch. His eyes were so green, so clear, and so desperate.
I didn't move from my position, but continued to glance up at him through my lashes. "Whatever do you mean?" I asked sweetly.
"If you are, it's a great way to go. But, Piper, I don't want to make a fool of myself and come in my pants. You're just too damn hot. If you're going to tempt me this way, I want you to suck me off the first time so I can last all day for you."
It was my turn to take a deep breath. "You mean come more than once?"
He nodded. "If you suck me off, I'll be able to pay attention to you and work you hard."
The idea was very appealing and he was the most aroused I'd ever seen him. His control was incredible, for he'd be fucking me right now if it snapped.
"All right," I replied. I switched legs, quickly removed my other boot and stocking, yet this time with more haste than temptation. I placed my hands on his thighs and lowered to my knees between them. Opening his pants, his cock sprang free and right toward my mouth. I was always amazed at the sight of it; so big and thick with the bulging veins and broad head. I licked my lips in anticipation, for I knew what it felt like against my tongue, knew the sounds Wiley made when I took him as deep as I could. His deep groan filled the room as I sucked on it, hollowing out my cheeks as I licked around the ridge of the flared head. Grabbing the base in a tight grip, I took him deep, reassured that my hand would keep him from going in too far. So I set to work. It was my mission to have his hips rising off the bed, to make the sounds from his mouth incoherent and desperate, to have his hands tangle in my hair and guide me to how he liked it. But I knew he wouldn't take long to reach his pleasure, for I felt him swell and lengthen in my mouth and his hand tightened against my scalp.
"So good, sweetheart. I'm going to come so take it all." His hips thrust up and he stiffened, groaning, as I felt his seed coat my tongue. He was salty and tangy and it made me continue to suck and work him until he was spent and his hand dropped to
the bed beside him.
I pulled off him, swallowed, and then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.