He moans when he sees what he no doubt suspected with the open back of the dress — that I’m not wearing a bra — and before I can prepare for it, his hands palm each breast, weighing them, massaging as he presses his hard-on against my ass.
“I can’t believe I get to touch these for the rest of my life.”
“Even when they’re old and saggy.”
He almost laughs, but the slight pressure change on my nipple has me gasping, moaning, arching back into him and begging for more contact.
“No more jokes,” he whispers in my ear, and then his fingers slip under the bands of my lace panties, and he strips them down my thighs, too.
I want to protest again when he pulls out the brace, but I’m so desperate to have him inside me that I just let him help me into it. I catch a glimpse of how stupid I look in the mirror and make to tell him so, but he kisses me silent.
I’m swept into his arms in the next breath, his mouth still on mine as he carries me over to the master bed. It’s lush on an average day, but with brand new sheets with a higher thread count than anything I’ve ever slept in, it feels like being laid down in a cloud of cool silk when he deposits me.
He stands then, his eyes drinking in every inch of me as he shrugs off his suit jacket, unbuttons his dress shirt, makes quick work of his belt and his dress slacks. Hunger grows in his gaze as much as I feel it burning in my soul at the sight of this powerful, sexy man stripping for me.
My man.
My husband.
Desire pools between my legs at the thought, at the ownership, and as soon as he’s out of his dress shoes, I pull him onto the bed and down on top of me.
His mouth eagerly devours mine, swallowing my next breath as the hard length of him slips between my thighs. His shaft glides through my wetness and over my sensitive clit, making me shudder, making my nails dig into his flesh to beg for more.
“Easy,” he teases, kissing my brace as I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
“I’m fine.”
“I want to keep it that way.”
Brandon balances on his elbows then, his eyes searching mine as he sweeps a bit of my fallen braid out of my face. His thumb drags down my nose, over my lips, tracing my jaw before he wraps my neck in a gentle but possessive embrace. “I meant every word I said,” he whispers. “I am yours, Ashlei.”
My brows tug together, and I nod, pulling him down to kiss me. I don’t have to say it. I know he feels it without my words.
I’m yours, too.
I want him to fuck me against the window. I want to be bent over the railing so all of St. John can watch. I want him fast and hard and furious, desperate and needy — the way he was the first time he had me on his private jet.
But I know we’ll have a lifetime for that.
Tonight, I’m limited, and perhaps more than that, it feels… more. It’s not just his skin on mine, our mouths fused, our breaths labored between us as our bodies ache to be connected.
It’s a union, a promise, a tender turn of the page that starts a new chapter in our story.
“I love you,” Brandon whispers against my lips.
And then he hikes one leg up, kisses me with enough pressure to bruise, and fills me.
I cry out at the first thrust, the way it leaves me breathless as always. His long, hard, thick length stretches me, but the burn fades quickly, pleasure taking its place.
The waves rock the boat in time with him flexing inside of me, in and out, and I hold on with my good arm while letting my other rest.
Fire licks at my core quickly, with the way he brushes my sensitive clit with every thrust. Or maybe it’s the wedding, the vows, the fact that this man is mine in every way there is to be.
Forever.
“Ashlei,” he groans, kissing me hard as his pace intensifies. “Come with me, baby. Find it.”
I reach down between us, and he presses up onto his palms to give me the space I need to rub my clit and find my release. It doesn’t take long, not with him towering over me like that, not with the wicked grin he gives me as he watches me play with myself, watches himself sink inside me deeper and deeper with each thrust.
My legs spread wider, toes curling as I quicken my circles and find my release, panting and screaming out his name. And he comes undone with me, a grunt loud and feral ricocheting off the cabin walls as he spills inside me.