His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his torso, revealing tanned skin beneath. I found my gaze caught by it. I felt the heat of his body as I grazed his chest with my fingertips. He had a smattering of black hairs between his pectorals. I glanced up and met his narrowed gaze. My God, he was like an angel craved by the great masters. So beautifully male, so well muscled, so devastatingly handsome.
His amber gaze followed my hand as I reached up and touched his mouth. It parted and a bit of hot breath washed over my fingers. I let my touch trail down his jaw, over the short hairs broken by his scar. He cocked his head and his hand came up, resting on my waist. His thumb hovered beneath my breast.
“You have the prettiest breasts I’ve ever seen,” he murmured.
A hot flush worked through my body and I dropped my hand.
“You haven’t seen them,” I whispered.
He took my waist, guiding me to the bed, and sat on the edge. I hung back as he spread his legs open and gestured for me to step between them. Relenting, I took a step closer until I was almost touching him. Caged in by his thighs.
“Show me,” he said.
I hesitated. “I’ve never…no one has ever seen them before.”
A glitter started in his eyes, stark and hungry. He exhaled, taking my waist and gently caressing my hip with the heel of his palm. With his other hand, he took the strap of my slip and tugged it down. It caught on the tip of my breast, hesitating, and then fell. Revealing my body from the waist up. My stomach clenched.
His pupils dilated and the muscles in his neck tensed. His reaction caught me off guard. His jaw tightened as if he struggled to hold himself back. A prickle moved up my spine as his hand rested hot beneath my right breast. Then, in a rush of movement, he pulled me even closer.
His mouth closed wet over my nipple and I saw stars. His tongue was soft and so deliciously hot as it lapped slowly until I felt it all the way down between my thighs. At some point, I’d grabbed onto his shoulder to steady myself and my fingers dug into his flesh. He winced, but didn’t pull away. Instead, he moved onto my left breast and took it gently in his mouth.
He groaned as he sucked lightly on my nipple, flicking it with his tongue. I’d never experienced anything like this. It was so intimate, so strange to have this big, male presence wrapped around me, so completely enraptured by the taste of my breasts. My pussy ached between my thighs as pleasure began pooling, culminating in a pulsing ache somewhere in the hot wetness inside me.
He paused, nuzzling my breast with his nose. “You smell so sweet,” he breathed. “Does it taste that good between your legs?”
“I wouldn’t know,” I whispered.
The corner of his mouth turned up. “How about you let me find out?”
A wave of fear moved through me and I clenched my thighs. I’d never had anyone look down there either. My mother had offered to take me to get waxed before the wedding and I’d opted to shave because I was too shy to spread my legs.
“Come on, kitten,” he breathed, brushing his mouth over my nipple. “Let me taste your sweet, little pussy. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for days.”
He’d imagined having sex with me? My core clenched, pulsing once. His warm hand was firm on my back as he lifted me in his arms and laid me down, my head sinking into the pillow. The sight of his muscular shoulders braced over me took my breath away. It would have been a lot easier to protest if he wasn’t so ridiculously handsome that it made my legs weak.
It wasn’t fair, but I wasn’t about to complain. If I had to be pushed into an arranged marriage, at least I’d gotten a man with the face and body of a god.
He bent and kissed my mouth for the first time. We hadn’t gotten a chance to kiss during the wedding and I was completely unprepared for his touch. My body went white hot and there was a faint roaring in my ears. His mouth was firm as it pressed to mine, kissing me deeply. My nipples ached and a little moan rose in my throat as our bodies sank together.
His lids were heavy as he pulled back an inch. “I’ve never been good at being gentle,” he whispered. “But tonight I’d like to try.”
“I’d like that,” I whispered.
He nudged my head aside with his nose and bent over my throat. His mouth traveled up my neck, kissing with light touches down to my shoulder. His lips parted and I gasped as his tongue burned my skin.
My God, he was too good at this.
As he pressed those fluttery, little kisses up and down my throat, his hand found its way between my thighs. At first it was gentle and then it grew insistent as he attempted to press my legs apart. I had no idea why I was resisting him, but my body wouldn’t unlock no matter how hard I tried.
“Open for me, kitten,” he murmured into my neck.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a gasp. “I think I’m just nervous.”
“If you’ll just open those perfect, soft thighs for me, I’ll make sure you’re relaxed. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded, swallowing. He got on his hands and knees over me, a bit of dark hair falling over his forehead. His eyes locked with mine as he bent and sucked first my left nipple and then my right into his mouth. A heady moan reverberated through his chest and desire surged in my hips. I loved that he was honest about his desire, that he had no qualms about openly enjoying me.
He moved down my body. My fingers clenched in the sheets as he paused, his mouth hovering over my core. I wore black, silk panties with white lace on the edges. My eyes fell on his left hand, adorned with his gold wedding band, as it slid up my thigh and I felt it curl around my panties. Eyes on my face, he slid them down around my ankles.