want me more than a damned dress.”
“Yes,” she gasped, gripping his wrist where he was thrusting into her. “Yes.”
“Good. Don’t forget that.” He pulled his hand away from her body.
She wobbled a little as he let her go. Once he knew she was upright to stay, he turned toward the bathroom, with a little smirk.
Three.
Two.
One.
“Grant!”
He looked back but continued toward the bathroom. “Yes?”
“You… that was… you stopped!”
“Yes. But I didn’t stop until I made my point.”
“Your point?” Her voice rose on the last word. “That’s what that was?”
“Of course.”
“Of course?”
He wouldn’t have been surprised if she stamped her foot. He hid his grin by ducking into the bathroom. He washed his hands—though really he wanted to lick every drop of sweetness from his fingers and then put his face between her legs and lick her until she came hard and loud.
Then he walked back into the bedroom, drying his hands with the hand towel.
Her cheeks were pink—partially from lust and probably partially from anger—and her eyes were bright.
“That was mean.” She crossed her arms.
“It wasn’t as mean as telling me that you were more concerned about keeping the dress clean than you were about fucking me on our wedding night,” he told her.
He tossed the towel back in on the counter next to the sink and then crossed his arms as well.
“I never said I wouldn’t do that,” she said, her chin lifting.
“You said you wouldn’t let me cover you in chocolate,” he pointed out.
“But that’s…” She shook her head and then laughed softly. “That’s a deal breaker, huh?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Maybe.”
“Or is it that you’re just so used to getting your way that you’ll dig in on even the smallest thing?” she asked, walking toward him.
“I do really like getting my way.”
“So maybe I need to show you that letting me have my way sometimes is good too.”
“Not if it means—”
But she reached behind her and unzipped her dress then, and Grant forgot what he was about to say. The dress dropped to a little puddle of pale-blue-with-yellow-flowers fabric at her feet. She stepped out of it and reached to unhook her bra. That also fell to the floor.
Grant’s mouth went dry. He had to adjust his fly as his cock realized that maybe it didn’t have to wait until after dinner.
That had absolutely been the plan. It had been a good one too. Sweet. Romantic. Wait until they were married, wine and dine her, carry her over the threshold, all of that.
But while Jocelyn Asher was definitely sweet and romantic, she wasn’t only that, and he should probably remember that.
“I’m just trying to show you that letting me get completely naked before you fuck me would be fine too,” she said.
“I—” Grant had no idea what he’d thought he was going to say.
She smiled as if she knew she was short-circuiting his brain and went to the foot of the bed. She reached for the duvet, sweeping it to the side. Then she ran her hand over the top sheet. “Eight-hundred count, huh?” she asked, looking back at him.
He’d been studying the way that position made her breasts swing and the curve of her ass. He met her gaze. “Yeah.” He didn’t give a fuck about the sheets.
“I bet these feel amazing on bare skin.” She stood and hooked her fingers in the tops of her panties, pushing them over her hips and down her legs.
As she bent to unhook them from her foot, Grant caught a gorgeous glimpse of the pink between her legs.
Yeah, this woman was going to get anything and everything she ever wanted from him. And she knew it. And he didn’t care.
“You could stay just like that,” he said, pulling the belt from his pants.
She looked back. And shook her head. “I want to feel these amazing sheets. All over me.”
He stalked toward her, but she’d already sat down and then lay back. She stretched, rubbing her body—her completely naked, mouth-wateringly gorgeous body—over the sheets like a cat.
“Oh, Grant, you’re right. These are amazing.”
He threw his belt to the side, toed off his shoes, tossed a condom onto the mattress next to her hip, shrugged out of his shirt, and unzipped his pants. Then he grabbed one of her ankles and tugged her twisting body to the end of the bed. “Come here.”
“Okay.” She gave him a sweet smile.
Sweet, his ass. She knew she had him wrapped around her finger, and she was loving every second of it.
Well, so was he.
He shoved