Page 72 of Wed to You

His hands slid up her back, unhooked the halter of her dress and pulled the top down. “Christ, yes.” His gaze fixed on her breasts for a moment, just looking at them before he leaned forward to devour them with his mouth.

Chelsea was sure she’d come right then. When his teeth weren’t tugging at the sensitive tips of her breasts, his lips were sucking and his tongue made hot sweeps, all while his thick, hot erection teased at her cleft.

“God, I want to see you come,” he said as his lips slid up to her neck. She gasped as he yanked on her panties and they tore away. It was a move she thought was dumb in the romance books, and yet here and now, it made her ache with need and desire so fierce she thought it might consume her. In the back of her mind, she knew she should be doing something...touching him...but his hands and mouth worked her into a frenzy where all thought was gone. There was only Jagger doing delicious things to her.

His fingers slipped between her folds, wrenching a long moan from her.

“Give it to me.” He took the taut pearl of her nipple into his mouth while his fingers slipped inside her. She had no defense against it. Every erotic part of her body was being assaulted by him.

“Oh, God.”

“It’s Jagger, honey. Call my name.” With that, he slipped his fingers inside, up and forward, as his thumb brushed over the hard nub between her folds. He touched a part of her anatomy she thought had been a myth and it shot her to the heavens. Any control she had dissolved. His name initially tore from her lips in a scream and then became a chant as her body tensed from her fingertips to the end of her toes and then shuddered, again and again, as she rode his fingers.

He let out an expletive. “Yes. Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

Even as she collapsed against him, drawing in heaving breaths, her body continued to convulse and milk him.

“It’s Chelsea,” she said on a ragged breath.

He laughed. “Chelsea, you’re beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed at the thought of him watching her in the throes of passion. At the same time, it was titillating. She rested her head on his shoulder, unable to make any significant movement. She looked at his neck, glistening with perspiration. She could still feel him hard and thick between her thighs. She really should return the favor. Before she could muster the strength, he leaned a little to his side.

“Yes, sir.” George’s voice came over the intercom. Chelsea felt a moment of panic. Were there cameras in the car? Had George heard or seen what they’d been doing?

“Take us to the Talbot Luxe. Call ahead and have them have a bottle of champagne chilling when we get there.”

“Yes, sir.”

Finally able to lift her head, she looked into Jagger’s brilliant eyes, still cloudy with desire. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to have a real honeymoon.”

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