Without any preamble, he lifts me up and places my body over his. I’m naked underneath the duvet, and my sex rests on his strong, muscular thigh. His hands skim over my shoulders and further lower to my sides until they stop at my waist. He then drags me further up, making me sit on his crotch.
“Zander,” I whisper, feeling him hard beneath me.
Without a word, he pulls my face down and kisses me mercilessly, taking my breath away. His one hand moves from my face to my neck, gliding across my back until he reaches my behind. He squeezes my butt, and it’s my turn to groan. His hand slides lower, from between my ass cheeks—ew—to my sex—ohhh…
My heartbeat picks up as he moves his fingers over my sex. In no hurry, as always. Just giving me all the pleasure. But I want to return the favor.
“Not so fast,” he protests half-heartedly as I take him inside me. “Babe, slow…down.”
I listen to him and move slowly up and down. He gazes into my eyes with so much love and affection that my throat chokes. Even in such an exposed position, I don’t feel shy or nervous, but cherished.
That’s how he’s changed me.
I’m no longer unlovable.
He loves me, my soon-to-be husband.
I pick up speed, chasing that amazing release. My gaze is fixed on his face as several expressions blend in. Adoration, excitement, and passion.
My hair falls over my face and shoulders, and for a moment, my view of his handsome face is blocked. But then Zander leans forward and captures my nipple between his teeth, making me insane and effectively forcing me to shut my eyes. I arch my back, unable to hold back. Sensing I’m close, Zander starts thrusting into me, matching my movements.
“Ah, Zander,” I cry.
“Let go.” He bites my earlobe, and that’s my undoing. I combust around him, and he follows me with a loud groan.
As we come back down to planet earth, my phone rings.
“Hello.” My out-of-breath voice sounds wheezy.
“Did I disturb you?” Kristy asks in an overly honeyed singsong voice.
“No.” I’m sure my face is scarlet. Zander smirks at me before pulling on his sweats. My gaze follows his movements as he grabs a glass of water from his nightstand and brings it closer to his mouth. There’s something erotic in the way his neck muscles move as he swallows.
I must have made a sound, because Kristy whispers, “I’m guessing you weren’t done.”
Her words startle me, and I reply without much thought. “No, we were done.”
“Then it looks like you can go for round two.” She mimics my throaty voice.
“Kristy!”
“Sorry, Rosie. Unfortunately, we don’t have much time to satisfy your carnal needs.” She snickers, too proud of herself.
I don’t respond, knowing that whatever I say, she will twist it into something to tease me.
“We’re going for the first fitting of your wedding dress. I’m so excited to see what Clem has done.”
Her contagious excitement gets to me. I, too, can’t wait to see Clementine’s magic on Mom’s dress.
“You have twenty minutes to get ready before Mom and I pick you up. So, say bye-bye to your carnal needs for today.”
Wedding dress versus carnal needs…
I didn’t know this was such a tough decision. While my brain is still making a list of pros and cons, Zander strolls out of our closet dressed in a navy striped suit.
Wedding dress, then.
I pick up my robe from the couch and put it over me. On my way to the bathroom, he snags my arm and pulls me closer.