shoulders. Big, pastel blue eyes. Flawless tanned skin. The dress was low cut and showed a good amount of cleavage but on Shiloh, it looked classy instead of trashy. It was some shade of blue—not dark but not light, somewhere in the middle. It stopped at the knee and the only adornment was the fabric knotted between her breasts, cinching the material before it flowed down. It wasn’t tight, it wasn’t showy, but it was sexy as hell. And on her feet were a pair of silver high heels. One strap across her toes that were painted pink with sparkles. Another strap at her ankle.
“Jesus.”
“Is the dress not okay?” Shiloh asked and smoothed down the fabric at her hips. “Liberty said casual. I didn’t own any dresses so I bought a few but now I don’t know.”
“Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
“Luke,” she whispered.
“Serious as fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful sometimes I look at you and I wonder how in the hell I got so lucky.”
“Luke.”
I loved, fucking loved when she whispered my name. It never failed to hit my chest and ignite a burn.
“I want to get a dog,” I said.
“Okay.”
“I want kids.”
Shiloh’s eyes flared and she nodded.
“Okay.”
“You want kids?”
“I want to have your kids.”
Christ, I loved her.
“Come here, Shiloh.”
“No way, Luke. I know what that look means and we can’t be late.”
“Baby, we’re gonna be late.”
“We’re not gonna be late to Liberty and Drake’s wedding.”
“We are if you don’t strut your fine ass over here and keep arguing with me instead.”
“Why am I always walking to you?” she snapped.
Cute as fuck.
“Because I like to watch you move. I like knowing a woman as sexy, as beautiful, as smart, as strong as you are, is walking to a man like me.”
“And what kind of man are you?”
“The kind that’s proud as hell to have you at my side.”
Shiloh didn’t walk, she moved quickly, then her arms were around me and her lips were on mine. I gave her approximately thirty seconds to control the kiss before I took over. There was one thing I knew I’d never get used to. Not in five years, not in ten, not in twenty. The feel of Shiloh when she gave herself over to me. So strong. So tough. The woman could and did take care of herself, but the second she was in my arms everything about her softened. She trusted me to take care of her every way a man could take care of his woman.
I reluctantly broke the kiss but didn’t go far when I demanded, “Turn around. Hands to the bed.”
I spun her around, kept my hands on her hips to steady her, and didn’t wait for her hands to hit the mattress before I was kneeling behind her skimming my palms up her thighs as I went. I hooked her lacy panties, yanked them down, and tapped her ankle.
“Spread.”
Shiloh started to lift her foot but I stopped her.
“Leave ‘em, I want them stretched.”
I watched as she spread her feet in those sexy heels as far as she could with her lacy panties still hooked just above the silver strap.
Once I took my fill of her ankles bound, my hands went to her calves and started their journey upward, bunching the material of her dress until I exposed the curve of her ass cheeks. Then I buried my face between her thighs. My tongue speared into her pussy, my hands squeezed her ass, and my dick twitched in my pants.
“Oh, God,” she moaned and pushed deeper into my mouth.
I licked, I nibbled, I tongue-fucked, and I lapped up her excitement until Shiloh was making those needy, hungry noises indicating she was close.
I was on my feet with my cock freed and lined up.
“Tip your ass higher.”
Shiloh stretched out and tipped.
I pushed her dress around her waist, then I slowly pushed inside. I savored the feel, the heat, the squeeze of her pussy. Silky wet. Hot. Tight. Heaven.
“Every time, Shiloh. Every damn time I’m inside of you. Nothing more beautiful than feeling you take me.”
“Now who’s making us late?” I asked as I watched Shiloh fix her hair.
“I can’t go to a wedding with sex hair.”
Sure she could. It would match the pretty glow on her cheeks.
I stepped into the bathroom and slid behind her. Once I had my hands on her hips I dropped my lips to her shoulder but kept my gaze fixed on her face.
“You look perfect.”
“You always say that,” she said and placed her brush on the counter then