Page 163 of One Wealthy Wedding

“Let’s get warm,” I tell her. I haven’t pushed her since we arrived at the house, but I’m done being patient. I’m done waiting. I sweep her hair over her shoulder and pull the zipper down. The wetsuit parts slowly, revealing inch after mouthwatering inch of smooth, pale skin. Cat trembles as I brush my fingers down her spine.

The weight of the wet fabric forces it down, baring her torso. I drop to my knees.

“What are you doing, Theo?”

“I told you.” I push one leg down, then the other, and help her step out. She’s naked before me. Her ass is in my face. I’ve never wanted anything more. “I’m showing you what it would be like to be my wife. I’d get on my knees for you whenever you want.” My mouth hovers close to the right cheek of her butt, round and smooth and perfect. Bigger than she probably likes but sinfully lush. My favorite part of her body. I palm it, cupping and squeezing. “Do you know why I call you princess?”

“Because you hated me,” she says, her voice weak and wanting.

Right there with you, baby.

“Because you deserve to be worshipped,” I say before I bite her ass. She yelps. “You want to know where that brave woman has been hiding? She hasn’t been hiding.” I bite the other cheek, just to hear her sharp inhale. “She’s been there all along. I’ve always seen her.” I turn Cat with my hands, and she complies, bared and shivering before me. I look up at her. Her eyes are hazy and soft, her mouth uncertain.

“You look hot from this angle, princess.”

Her lips curve up. “You too, Theo.”

“You like me on my knees for you?” I lean in to press a kiss to her thigh. Her skin trembles.

“I do,” she says. “I like you every time I see you, more and more. I don’t know how much more I can take, actually.”

“Let me see what I can do about that.” I want to push her. I want her to soar. I want her to fall and let me catch her.

I press another kiss to her skin, salty and cool but rapidly warming where the fire is heating her. She makes a breathy sound of enjoyment.

“What do you want?” I ask, mouth hovering over where I know she needs me. Where I’m desperate to touch her.

“I want your mouth.”

“You have me,” I say before I lick her. She tastes like saltwater and woman, musky and sweet. My favorite flavor. I can’t help the sound of pleasure that rumbles up from my chest as I grip her thigh and part her with my fingers. I can suck on her clit like this. I can drive her wild like this, with the flat of my tongue and my lips and my teeth, until her hands are in my hair and my name is on her lips.

“Theo. I want you naked.”

I give her one final kiss and stand. “Help me?” I say as I turn. “It’s damn uncomfortable to be hard in a wetsuit.”

She unzips the suit and mirrors the actions I took on her. Knuckles over skin, an intake of breath when she gets my torso bared. And then she drops to her knees and turns me, just like I did to her. I’m fully hard and desperate for her. Aching for her.

She licks a line of heat up my cock, and I shout, grabbing for the side of the couch.

“Little warning?” I say. “I almost died earlier. I don’t need a repeat experience.”

She digs her nails into the side of my thigh. An admonishment. A warning. Not to play games with my life. Because it hurts her too.

She sucks my cock into her mouth, and the pleasure is nearly too much. When she increases the pressure, my knees buckle. When she uses her hand, the heat in my groin turns into an inferno. One that will consume me if I’m not careful.

“Cat,” I grit out. She adds a hand to what her mouth is doing, and I groan. “Princess. I can’t—fuck. You remembered how I like it.” Her teeth scrape over the underside of my cock. Good. So good. My hips are chasing her mouth, and my cock is swelling. I’m going to come if she isn’t careful.

I still her with a hand on her jaw and force her mouth open with my thumb. “You look so hot like this. Taking me. But I don’t want to finish like this.” I slip out of her and sink to the floor with her. The rug is thick pile, designed for cozy winter nights and cool spring mornings. I press Cat down onto it until she’s spread before me like a feast. The fire flickers over her skin in the dim morning light, painting her in gold and yellow.

“I want you, Theo.” She reaches for me, but I ignore her grasping hands and go straight for what I want—her nipples in my mouth, my tongue painting heat over her skin, tasting her everywhere. Her eyes implore me. Her lips are soft and plush, and her cheeks are pink. She wants this. And that, more than my own desire for her, is what nearly tips me over the edge.

She digs her nails into my shoulders, urging me on with her fingers and her breathy sighs. I want you. Please.

I lean back against the couch and pull her over me.

“On top?” she asks.

“On top. I want to watch you fall apart.”

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