Page 113 of Unleashed

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t, but I do. It’s messy.”

“Sex is supposed to be messy,” he said, pulling me toward him. “Are you finished?”

“This morning.”

“Good,” he breathed, a wicked smile spreading across his face. With a swift movement, he reached behind me, unclasping my bra and sliding the straps off my shoulders. The lace fell to the floor as his hands explored my bare skin.

He pushed his boxers down in one smooth motion. “We should elope,” he said suddenly, catching me off guard.

“What?” I laughed, watching as he bent down to kiss my neck, then trailed his lips lower. “Are you out of your mind? We’re so close to the wedding.”

“Do you really want to deal with all that hoopla?” he asked between kisses. His mouth moved to my breasts, lips and tongue teasing my sensitive skin. “I know how much you love being the center of attention.”

“Hardly,” I murmured, shivering as his mouth closed over my nipple.

“I was being sarcastic,” he added with a grin before sucking harder, sending waves of pleasure down my spine.

I tangled my fingers in his thick hair, tugging lightly. “You need a haircut.”

“I’m getting one before I make you my wife,” he mumbled against my skin, his hands sliding down my body.

“And after?” I asked, arching into him.

“I’m going to become a mountain man,” he teased, his fingers dipping lower.

“You certainly will not,” I gasped as his mouth returned to my nipple, sending another pulse of heat through me. “I forbid it.”

“You’ll see,” he chuckled, his breath hot against my skin.

I was about to protest again when he bit down gently, the sharp edge of pleasure making me cry out. All the anger, the frustration, it evaporated in that moment, leaving only the need for him, for this.

“You’ll see.”

I was about to protest when he sank his teeth into my right nipple, sending shocks of pleasure down to my core.

“How was lunch with Erika?” Slade asked, his voice low as his fingers deftly unzipped my skirt.

“Do you care?” I raised an eyebrow, my pulse quickening.

“Not right now.” His lips curved into a wicked smile. “I’d rather hear you moan my name while I fuck you.”

He pushed my skirt down my hips, letting the fabric slide to the floor around my ankles as his lips grazed my belly. I shivered under his touch. He paused, straightening to meet my eyes, his hands resting on my hips.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused by the sudden break in his rhythm.

“Deciding,” he said, his gaze lingering on me, intense and deliberate.

“Deciding what?” My breath hitched in anticipation.

“Whether I should tear your panties off or be a gentleman,” he teased, the heat in his eyes making my skin prickle with excitement.

“You tear them, you buy them,” I shot back, trying to keep my composure.

He chuckled, his fingers brushing the lace. “If I remember correctly, I bought these for you at Boudoir Fashions. They weren’t cheap.”

“You rip them, and I expect a replacement,” I warned, though the heat between us told me I wouldn’t mind either way.

“Maybe I’ll just fuck you with them on,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric, igniting a fire beneath my skin.

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