Page 23 of What If We Do

His gaze falls to my lips as his hand cups the side of my face. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I give him a heated smile before he tilts my mouth up and lowers his down over me. He’s gentle for only a moment and then his grasp on me changes. His hand moves to my hip where he grips me, pulling me tightly against him. The intensity of his hold on me mixed with the heady lust I feel for him has me feeling things I’ve never felt in my life.

Not with Mark.

Not with anyone.

Oliver’s tongue slides smoothly into my mouth taking whatever he wants and I give it to him freely. His lips work mine and before I know it this kiss has become one of those unforgettable moments where the rest of the world disappears because the only two people that exist right now are me and Oliver.

“You want to get out of here?” He finally murmurs against my ear.

“Mhmm.”

“Good. Let’s go.” He takes my hand and leads me outside to the valet. We wait only a few moments while the valet pulls our car to the curb. Oliver escorts me to the car, his hand on the small of my back and then he opens the passenger side door for me, helping me with my gown as I climb inside. He tips the valet, generously I’m sure, and poses for a quick selfie before hopping inside. I give him the address to the hotel, which ironically ends up being the same place Oliver is already staying, and then we’re off.

Tapping my hotel key card against the keypad on the door, I push it open and step inside, Oliver right behind me. I flick on the lights and take in the spacious room. A king-sized canopy bed is the obvious focal point, trimmed in black and lavishly decorated in ivory and rich golden hues.

“Wow, this is stunning.”

I step to the window overlooking a tree-lined St. Charles Street, marveling at the beautiful mansions one after another.

“Stunning is the perfect word.” I hear Oliver behind me before I feel him. He wraps one arm around my waist, his front to my back. With his other hand, he scoops my hair out of the way and kisses my neck once, twice, three times. “You are indeed stunning, Scarlett Dayne.”

As he runs his tongue along the shape of my neck up to my ear, he slips his hand underneath the V-neck halter of my dress and palms my breast. I inhale a sharp breath at the pleasure of his touch and my head falls back to his shoulder.

“Oliver…”

“I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all night. It’s your honeymoon, Scarlett,” he murmurs in my ear, sneaking his other hand into my dress and over my other breast.

God, his touch feels amazing.

Strong hands.

Warm.

Protective.

Adventurous.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t give you all the attention you deserve while in your honeymoon suite?”

I try to keep my breathing even but that is sooo easier said than done with Oliver Magallan holding my breasts like his two favorite prized possessions and pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “It would probably make you an asshole.”

“Right,” he chuckles. “And I’m no asshole, so I’m going to need to do something about this.”

A tingling pleasure floods my body with every swoop of his fingers against my nipple, my lips separate enough for me to tell him, “I think you’re off to a fine start. Do you think you could help me out of this dress?”

“It would be my greatest pleasure.”

He unhooks the halter piece around my neck and then slowly undoes each button down my back, his lips caressing my skin with each button’s release. When he gets to the last few buttons, the dress falls around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my black satin panties. He trails his hands up my legs to my thighs and then feathers them up my sides and across my shoulder blades.

“Gorgeous.” He kisses the base of my neck. “I’m going to need you to turn around so I can look at you.”

I do as he asks and he takes me in slowly, shaking his head. “Fucking beautiful, Scarlett.”

I give him a confident smirk and a teasing shrug of my shoulder. “Well, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

He tears off his Viking accessory belt and with a hand behind his head he grasps the neckline of his tunic and pulls it off.

Yesssss!

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