Page 96 of Insta Bride

“Midnight stroll, the full length of the beach. Ending up at a bungalow so when you awoke, it would be to the ocean in front of you. The waves washing away our past, removing all traces of other people’s footsteps until it’s only you and me.”

Kye had trapped me against the sofa. Lifting my hands to his lips, “The interviews are like footsteps on wet sand. Just waiting for a wave to make them irrelevant.”

“But—”

“You want romance, I’ll give you romance. We’ve both been so busy with work and trying to integrate our lives, I’d forgotten about the island. Beach. Sun. Surf. Fun. You and me.”

“Oh, Kye.”

“I do believe in happily ever afters—I just never thought I’d find a woman who’d want to put up with me for forever.”

“And now?” I pulled away, matching him banter for banter.

“I think she’s taken me out for a test drive, just to see how well I handle.”

“Are you an all-terrain kind of body?”

“I could give you all the terrain you could handle.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“Neither do I, but isn’t that the beauty of us? We don’t make sense, except we do. We are different, but what we want is the same.”

“And what’s that?”

“To spend the night in bed, fucking like wild animals, going to work tomorrow and counting down every minute until we can come home and do it all again.”

“I might fuck like a wild animal, but you’re just a kitty.” I mock glared, knowing how Kye loved to hear me swear.

“How about you show me those claws, then.”

I raced him into the bedroom, dropping clothes along the short hallway. By the time Kye had joined me, I wanted nothing more than for him to convince me that Danielle, Benjamin, Kenzie and my friends were all wrong.

“Babe?” Kye had rushed us onto the bed, only to slow down. I trembled as his finger traced a slow line from my ear, down my neck, circling around each pebbled nipple, and then down to my thigh.

“What?”

“Why do you think we keep fighting about the same shit?”

“Because people keep throwing it in my face.”

“This face?” He feathered kisses around my cheeks, until sucking my lips into one of his panty removing kisses. I loved the way his tongue swept everything in its path. I loved the way he moaned into me, as if I was the only woman in the world who’d kissed him back.

He pulled up, his grey eyes hooded with lust. “Let me lick away everything they throw at you. Let me kiss away all the crap.”

“Okay.”

I was wet before Kye had kissed his way down my body. Arcing my hips to the touch of his lips, I craved the roughness of his stubble. No vibrator could ever treat my pussy the way Kye did.

He started with long, slow strokes, his fingers working with his tongue, until he felt the tremors start.

“Not yet, princess,” he moaned, his beautiful face covered with my juices before diving down again. This time, he teased and nibbled the soft flesh of my inner thighs. All the while I tried to pull him back in place by his hair.

“Not yet, my beautiful bride.” He pressed one finger, then two. Spreading me wide for his tongue to flick around my wetness before he sucked at my clit.

“Oh, Kye, yes.”

“No-one but you, babe, there’s no-one but you.”

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