Well, what do you know—my wife-to-be is beautiful when she’s mad. She looks ready to pummel me. At the very least, slap my face. I probably deserve it. I act all protective and shit a few nights ago and now I’m pushing her around like I want to intimidate her.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Fuck. I am horny. That’s my problem. I’m horny for the pretty woman wearing my diamond on her finger—and I checked, she’s got that engagement ring on. Possessiveness fills me, the ring like a claiming. It tells everyone that she belongs to me.
Whether I want her or not.
Right now, I’m thinking I might want her.
Huh. Blaming the alcohol for this.
I lean in, brushing my face against her hair, taking a deep sniff.
Damn. She smells…
Delicious.
“What are you doing?” Her voice trembles, the soft sound of it doing things to me.
Like making my dick hard.
“Getting to know you,” I whisper, nuzzling the side of her head with my cheek. “What are you wearing?”
“Um…clothes?”
A chuckle escapes me. “I mean your perfume.”
“Oh.”
When she’s quiet for too long, I dip my head, my mouth right at her ear, my lips brushing it when I speak. “You didn’t answer me.”
Charlotte hesitates before murmuring, “I’m not wearing any perfume.”
She just naturally smells this delicious.
I’m completely fucked.
“Perry…”
“I like it when you say my name.” I shift, pressing my face against her neck and inhaling sharply.
She’s trembling. Her skin is so soft. Fragrant. I press my lips to her throat, trying to ignore the electricity that crackles when my mouth makes contact with her skin, but damn.
Damn.
I breathe her in, high as a motherfucker on her smell. The feel of her. We’ve been playing thiswe’re in lovegame for days, weeks, and I think it’s finally getting to me.
As in, I want her. I want to know what she looks like naked. I want to know what she’ll do when I suck her nipple into my mouth. The sounds she makes when I fuck her with my fingers.
The look on her face when I enter her for the first time. When I make her come.
Yeah, I want to know all of that. Every single bit of it.
Her hands settle on my chest and I press into her palms, crowding her even more. Ignoring the warning bells going off in my head, I continue kissing her neck, unable to stop.
I should probably stop.
Pulling away slightly, I take her in, trying to gauge her mood. She watches me with a dazed look in her eyes.