Rising (Anderson Special Ops #2) - Melody Anne Page 0,112
shopping.”
“A gold band is fine,” she said, her cheeks flushing.
He looked at her in horror. “No way, no how is my wife wearing only a band. I want a nice, fat, juicy diamond shining on your finger, telling the world you’re taken. I want the astronauts to see it from space.”
“Steve, I’m a simple girl.”
“Well, I’m anything but a simple man, so we might have to meet in the middle,” he told her. He’d make sure to take her to a small, private jewelry shop and tell the owner to hide any wedding rings that were less than two carats. He’d put a ten-carat ring on her if he could get away with it.
“I guess we can meet in the middle,” she said. “I want to get married soon. I know it’s silly, but I don’t want our child to ever wonder if she was wanted. I don’t want her to think we had a shotgun marriage.”
“Baby, I’m going to marry you tomorrow. I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind,” Brackish said.
“I love you, Steve, I love you with all of my heart. There’s no chance I’ll change my mind.”
“I love you, Erin, and I’m going to show you exactly how much.” She held out her arms as she laid back, more than willing for him to work his magic. He leaned down, careful not to put his full weight on her as he kissed her again, his hand cupping her cheek. When he slipped it inside her robe and discovered she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it, his arousal turned painfully hard.
Brackish became almost frantic as he reached down and grasped the knot of her robe. He needed to see her beautiful body, but he needed to touch it even more. The robe parted and he ran his hand from her throat to her stomach and back, not touching her where she wanted to be touched the most. She groaned as she pushed up toward him.
Her sounds of pleasure excited him, making him barely able to control the need to feel her heat around him. She reached for him, but he stood, throwing off his clothes in record time, then moving around the bed, climbing in behind her, and pulling the robe from her body, leaving her bare before him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed the curve of her neck while his hand traveled down her side. She groaned again.
He gripped her hips, then moved his hand down, over the curve of her luscious butt and on to the front of her smooth thighs. He pushed against her before leaning back and spreading her legs. She was on her side, the sight beyond enticing. She panted and moaned while trying to reach for him.
“It’s my turn right now. You made me wait for you for three days, now I’m going to enjoy myself, touching, kissing, and licking every square inch of your body. I’m going to make you scream over and over again, and just when you think you can’t take anymore, I’m going to start all over.”
She moaned as he spoke while moving his fingers between the seam of her butt and straight to her core where she was hot and wet. He plunged his finger inside, making her purr.
“Oh, baby, you’re always so ready for me,” he said, sucking on her neck while his finger pumped in and out of her tight heat. He might be playing a little, but he was being tortured far more than she was. She pushed against him, showing him exactly what she wanted.
Instead of pressing forward, Brackish turned her so she was lying flat on the bed, her still flat stomach cradled against the soft mattress. Then he took his time kissing his way down her back, licking and sucking and causing all sorts of beautiful sounds to escape her throat. He ran his tongue over her butt cheeks, then lifted her hips and ran his tongue along the seam of her thigh. He needed to taste her.
He swept out his tongue and she cried out as he pushed inside her again and again.
“Please, Steve,” she groaned as she tried to shift. He pulled back and flipped her over, then pushed her thighs apart and buried his head against her heat, intensely sucking her most sensitive area into his mouth and flicking his tongue over and over it.
She screamed.
He plunged his finger into her heat and sucked hard on her clit, and she exploded