“Find out” he challenged.
She laid the back of her hand on his chest and shd it down slowly until her fingers went past his belt and into his trousers. He smiled smugly when she raised naughty eyes to his. Closing a fist around his buckle, she began backing toward the double bed, dragging him with her.
“You're going to marry me, aren't you?” she asked.
“Will you greet me at the door every night in a sheer robe with nothing on underneath?”
“How did you know?”
“I could see your nipples,” he said softly. “And a shadowy hint of this.” His hand touched the top of her thighs with the overabundance of arrogance she'd always accused him of having.
She could only sigh his name as a familiar liquid fire began to seep through her body at his touch. She sat down on the side of the bed while he rid himself of pants and underwear.
When he was standing before her with the magnificence of his form revealed, she rested her hands on the slight curve of his waist and leaned forward to press her lips against the silky shaft of hair that pointed down his abdomen. Her head moved, nose nuzzling, lips nibbling. Her tongue danced over his navel and beyond…
Her name came out of his throat like a prayer, and he dropped to his knees beside the bed. “I've got to love you. For the rest of my life, I'll love you. This is the way it should have been years ago.”
“It couldn't be then.”
“But it will be more precious to us now.”
He began by taking her hand and kissing the palm as he would her mouth. His lips opened over the soft flesh and deflowered it with his thrusting tongue. He slid it along each finger with agonizing slowness, then caught the fingertip in his mouth and sucked it like a candy stick.
“Please, Josh,” she cried, reaching for his shoulder with her free hand.
He eluded her grasp. “Let me love you like I wanted to the first time. Slowly. Fully.” He used both hands to pull down the zipper of her robe. With reverence, he lowered it from her shoulders as though uncovering a sacred tr
easure.
His eyes worshiped her first, surveying her like a rare piece of sculpture created for him alone. Lifting up first one arm, then the other, he kissed the insides of her elbows, finding erogenous places she didn't know she possessed.
He tugged on the nipples of her breasts while his hands coasted down her ribs. With his thumbs, he massaged the downy mound between her legs with the same erotic rhythm as his tongue circling her nipples.
She grabbed handfuls of his dark hair and imprisoned his head against her breasts. He wrested himself free. “Shhh, not yet Lie down.”
She had no energy to argue as he gently set her down. Her head tossed frantically on the pillow as his mouth continued its ritual on her stomach, working ever downward.
Long moments passed while she swirled through a galaxy of uncharted bliss. It was all the better when he covered her body with his and tightly sheathed himself in the depths of her love. They soared above one universe and went on to the next, each one higher and brighter, until they reached that plane where spirits are united in an everlasting fire of love.
Replete, they clung together, marveling over the magnitude of the love they shared.
“I've been selfish again. Forgive me for taking my time,” he said quietly.
“There's one thing I hope you'll always be fiercely selfish about—your love for me,” she whispered.
He smiled and cuddled her close against him. “Of that you may be sure, my love. Of that you may be sure.”
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