Page 25 of When it Sizzles

Wendy Ann

Ican’t wait to be alone with him.

I’m desperate for more of his kiss, his touch, his…everything.

My husband is the sexiest man in this jam-packed elevator. Hell, the sexiest man in the world.

I press closer to his side, wishing we weren’t on the top floor, even as a part of me relishes the sweet torture of being forced to wait just a few minutes longer to have him naked in bed. “You smell better than wedding cake,” I whisper against his soap-and-sweet-cedar scented skin.

“And you taste better,” he says, sealing the words with a kiss.

It’s a relatively sweet kiss—slow and sensual, with just the hint of tongue—but it still makes my head spin. Then, the last passengers step off on the twenty-first floor, and suddenly he’s kissing me like a starving man, his tongue stroking against mine as his hand molds to my breast through the lace of my wedding dress.

It’s truly my dress now.

I’m so glad Connor wanted to buy our wedding clothes, too, though I won’t need a dress to remember any of this.

From the moment he showed up at my door this morning to the moment we tumble out of the elevator, our hands already all over each other, this magical day will be imprinted on my memory forever.

“God, I need you so much,” he says, the feel of his fingers teasing over my nipple through the lace is enough to make me gasp.

“Yes,” I breathe. “I need you to touch me. Everywhere. With nothing between us,” I say, arching into his hand.

“Everywhere,” he promises. He pulls away long enough to tap the card in his pocket to the keypad, but as soon as he pushes the door open, he’s dragging me into his arms again, kissing me hard as we stumble inside.

I close my eyes and cling to him as we kick off our shoes, returning the kiss with equal passion, lost to everything but the wild need to be naked with this man. “Oh God, yes,” I murmur as he tugs my dress down and my breasts spill over the top of the bodice. A beat later, his fingers are rolling my nipples, sending hunger rampaging through my bloodstream.

“You, too,” I say, going for the buttons on his dress shirt, grateful he removed his coat, vest, and bow tie before we stepped out into the heat. The fewer barriers between his skin and mine, the better.

“As fast as I can,” he promises, helping with the buttons before jerking the shirt off and pulling me back against his lightly furred chest. The crisp hair feels amazing against my breasts, but I want more.

I want all of him hot and bare to all of me.

I reach for his zipper, but his hands are already there. I let him do the honors before curling my fingers over the top of his boxer briefs and guiding them down in front, freeing the hot, heavy length of him. His cock is so hot against my palm, it feels like he’s caught a fever.

“You’re burning up,” I murmur against his mouth as we continue to kiss-stumble-undress our way to the bedroom. “Is your penis okay?”

“No,” he says, with a tight laugh. “He’s not. I’ve been hard for you at least fifteen times today. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.”

“That’s okay, I think I do,” I say, pulling back to shoot him a naughty look. “Let’s get rid of these clothes, and I’ll make him feel better.”

Connor’s breath rushes out. “You are so fucking sexy.” His lips tremble into an awed grin. “And you’re my wife.”

“And you’re my husband.”

“Damn, I like that word coming from your mouth,” he says, kissing me again.

Before his lips cover mine, I catch a brief glimpse of what looks like a gorgeous living room behind him, and Sharkbait’s new cage sitting on a table in the corner, just as the concierge promised when we dropped him off.

But the cage is covered by black fabric, so we’re spared parrot-commentary as Connor pushes open the bedroom door and scoops me up, carrying me to the giant, king-sized bed.

He sets me down beside it and turns me gently around, dragging the zipper on my dress all the way down. My dress falls into a puddle at my feet and I step out of it, climbing onto the mattress in nothing but my white panties and the thigh-high stockings I’m so glad I bought at the drugstore.

The way he’s looking at me as he hastily discards the rest of his clothes leaves no doubt that he appreciates them as much as I hoped he would.

My eyes widen as I take in his powerful body. He’s gorgeous, perfect, and…larger than I remember.

“Everything okay?” he asks as he climbs into bed beside me.

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