Dusk (Dangerous Web #1) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,44

had when I proposed glistened in the bathroom light. With a simple platinum band and a six-point setting, the two-carat diamond was similar to my future wife, not overdone but simply stunning.

I lifted her hand to my lips and brushed a kiss over her knuckles. “I hope you haven’t changed your mind.”

Her lips curled upward and her green eyes shone. “About what?”

Unable to keep my hands to myself, I reached for her waist and lifted her to the vanity. Working my way closer still, I moved between her knees as she leaned back upon the counter. It was the perfect view, seeing her front before me and her back in the reflection. Taking the edge of the towel in my grip, I gently eased the hem away and let the towel fall.

“Reid,” she said, her gaze fixed on me. “Isn’t this bad luck, seeing a bride on her wedding day?”

I took a step back to better see.

I scanned her freshly showered body, now completely bare. From her freshly painted toenails to her wet hair, Lorna was spectacular in an uncomplicated way. She didn’t need makeup or expensive dresses. Her smile could light up a room, her voice a song, and her touch was like that of a master artist bringing not only vibrant color but also a settling hue.

“Is it bad luck to fuck the bride-to-be?” I lifted my eyebrows. “I mean, it’s my last chance to make love to Lorna Pierce.”

She sat forward, her knees still spread, and reached for my neck, pulling me toward her. “I don’t know. Are you going to fuck me or make love?”

With her question, my circulation rerouted. “Lorna, I didn’t come back here for that.” She peppered my neck with kisses as she untucked my shirt and began to pull it over my head. “I-I came to give you something.”

Lorna leaned back, her fingers roaming my abs, her firm round breasts and tight pink nipples on display. “Then give it to me. I don’t care. Fuck me. Make love to me. I need to know you’re here. I want to feel you inside me. I want to know that’s where you belong. And I belong with you.”

“Fuck.” The word rumbled off the tile and chrome like thunder before a storm.

Leaving the towel behind, I slid my arms around her, one behind her back and the other under her knees. She was light as a feather as I carried her back to the bedroom and laid her upon the bed.

“What’s that?” she asked, seeing the box.

“It can wait.”

A wide smile broke across her face as I reached for my belt. Within seconds, I was dressed the same as she. In other words, we were equally undressed. Lorna lay back, lifting her arms as I climbed slowly up her body. Inch by inch, I kissed and nipped her ankles, knees, and thighs, until I found my way to her core. The wetness from her shower was mostly gone, but as my tongue delved between her folds, new wetness was found.

Her hips bucked as I took my time, sucking and teasing. With one hand I held her in place as her legs tied me in a vise. Her moans and whimpers filled our bedroom. It was right as she was on the edge, as I felt her legs grow stiff, that I moved higher. Leaving her warm, wet pussy, I found each of her perfect breasts. They were barely a handful and perfect. I could worship them for hours. The way her nipples tightened and areolas darkened was like a jolt to my dick.

Lorna’s receptiveness was a drug to my libido. I wanted to see how far I could take her, to what new height. It was as if each time we were together, I needed to see if I could elicit more, because more for her was also more for me.

“Reid.”

My name echoed off the walls.

A deep kiss of her lips and I found my place. Centered at her entrance, I watched her gorgeous face as I pushed my way deeper. The way her back arched, her neck stretched, and her lips opened to the perfect “o” kept me going. Her body quivered as I sank deeper. Her pussy contracted, tightening, yet her essence bid my entry.

“I’ll never get tired of how fucking good it feels to be inside you.”

Green eyes peered up at me, shimmering in the morning light coming from our open curtains. “Good, because I’m loving the way it feels to have