melting … coating his tongue.
She couldn’t help herself. She leaned in close and pressed her mouth to his and ran her tongue along the seam of his lips. They parted and she nudged inside, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate. His was raspberry. Tasting the chocolate on his tongue was delightfully sweet and sexy.
She started to draw away, having indulged more than she’d intended, but his arms came around her and he held her close, then sucked on her tongue, drawing it deeper into his mouth. Her heart pounded as the heady delight of the chocolate, and the feel of his tongue gliding into her mouth overwhelmed her senses.
Finally, his arms loosened and she drew away, a little reluctantly.
“You like chocolate,” he said in his deep, silky voice.
“I do.”
The two words reminded her why they were here and she flushed. This was their wedding night and they were here to seal the deal.
The soft romantic song that had been playing ended and another song started. She recognized it as “Breathe” by Faith Hill, a song she really loved.
He took her hand and stood up.
“Come and dance with me.”
She stood and he guided her to a clear area on the carpet. Then his arms swept around her and he drew her close to his body. It was overwhelming, being enveloped in his arms, his masculine presence all around her.
She rested her head against his shoulder as they moved to the music. It was like floating … him guiding her through the air as if on a cloud.
Oh, God, she’d had too much champagne and was light-headed.
She relaxed against him, deciding not to fight it. Letting her cares drift away.
She could feel him breathe. The rise and fall of his chest. The gentle rush of air across her temple.
She sighed and melted against him. Caught up in his closeness. In his touch.
The desire—so long suppressed—came rushing through her.
Baby, isn’t that the way that love’s supposed to be.
She sighed. She wanted him like she’d never wanted another man.
… all the walls come tumbling down.
She wanted to love him. To really be his wife.
She nuzzled his neck, dragging her teeth along the light shadow of bristles on his jaw. He tucked his finger under her chin and tipped up her head. Then his lips met hers. They continued moving to the music, his mouth coaxing hers, as the song washed through her, inciting a mélange of emotions.
She started to unbutton his shirt, running her fingers down the smooth skin of his chest as the shirt parted. He tugged off his tie and tossed it aside as her fingers continued their journey.
She pressed her lips to the pulse point at the base of his neck, feeling the blood pumping through him. Feeling it quicken. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and drew it down his arms until it fell to the floor.
He untied her dress, his trailing fingertips gliding along the bare skin of her stomach, and she drew the sleeves down her arms and let the garment slip away.
Now she stood before him in her bra and panties, and the garter belt and stockings he’d given her. She wished she’d worn something white and lacy that would look nice with the lacy white garter belt—something more bridal. But he didn’t seem to mind, gazing at her lavender bra and panties hungrily.
“Maybe I should go put on what you have in the box.”
“No.” He stroked her shoulder, gliding the strap of her bra to one side. “I like you just the way you are.” Then he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.
Candles filled that room, too, and the bed was already turned down, so he set her on the pristine white sheets. He stepped back and unfastened his pants, then let them drop to the floor. A second later, his boxers were gone, too.
She gazed at his towering erection, her insides quivering.
She wanted him. Oh, God, it was a desperate ache deep inside her that threatened to tear her apart if she didn’t satisfy it.
She reached out her hand. “Come here. Please.”
He stepped closer and she wrapped her hand around his pulsing shaft as soon as he was within reach. He sat on the bed beside her as she stroked his cock, the soft flesh gliding over the hard column beneath. He unfastened her bra and slipped it away as she stared at his erection, loving the feel of it, thick and hard within her grasp.
She slid to the floor and