Page 88 of Cocky Choices: Zoe Cocker

Lifting Ralphie, Tom cuddles him for a moment. “Hello buddy. Looks like you’ve got a daddy now.”

I slide my arm around my husband while I pet our very happy kitty, “He loves you.”

“He’s always loved me.”

Thinking back, I exclaim, “I guess that’s true! I wonder if he knew you were meant for me?” To Ralphie I ask, “Did you know? Did you? And are youalsoaware that you’re going to Aunt Samantha’s tomorrow for nine days while we fly to beautiful Bali for our honeymoon?”

“Meow!” he answers, fine with it, because he loves Sam and will get to see Sally Ashes, his feline girlfriend, while he’s there.(Though they usually stay away from each other) Leaping out of Tom’s arms, Ralphie prances to his window seat for his favorite pastime of watching Atlanta go by.

“C’mere Wife!” Tom snatches me up and carries me to the Murphy bed, kissing me the whole way. Warm, loving, possessive. I respond to every move he makes. Every turn of his head. Every exploration of his tongue. Every groan of desire.

Setting me down, he growls with urgency, turns to pull the bed to freedom, then looks at me, gaze intense. “Are you ready for this,” he asks, a low rumble that sends shivers of excitement shimmying down my spine.

Breathless, I nod and gasp as Tom pulls me against his muscular body, the strength of his embrace intoxicating. He captures my lips with his, the kiss scorching hot. Nervousness completely leaves me, like my body knows exactly what to do. My fingers tangle his hair. I press against him, wishing my wedding dress was off and his clothes were on the floor.

Tom murmurs against my lips, “I’ve waited for this.”

I start for his tie. “I’ve waited for this moment, too.”

He grabs my hand. Stops me. “You only just recently realized you love me,Mrs. Bennet.”

“I didn’tknowI was waiting,Mr. Bennet,but I waited.” My eyelashes flutter up, our lustful gazes locking. The confession I’m about to make gives me pause. “Do you remember when Lexi chased me down outside The Vortex?”

He frowns, “Yeah. She said something to you.”

“Aboutme,” I correct, “And she said it loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear.”

“Are you going to finally tell me what she said?”

“I’m a virgin.”

My husband’s eyes widen in shock. He relaxes, confidence in his every cell as he captures my chin and lifts it. “You’ve never been with a man?”

“I almost was, but no…never.” I add on a whisper, “I was embarrassed by it for a long time, but I know now that I was waiting for you.”

His heartfelt words wash over me, a soothing balm that strips away everything I’ve ever worried about. “I love you, Zoe. I’m honored to be the one.” Tom kisses my nose. “The first.” My forehead. “The last.” My lips. “The only.”

I sigh as he travels kisses down my neck, nibbling. Suddenly I feel the zipper of my wedding dress sliding downward on my back. I don’t hesitate to join in and we take our time undressing each other with a reverence that takes our breaths away.

Finally I stand with him, bare skin on skin and we kiss for a luxuriously long time. At first it’s tender, then more passionate, deep and sensual.

“Look at me, Wife.”

My eyelashes flutter as they lower to take in his body, all my curiosity on display. I gasp at how gorgeous he is. Long. Thick. An engorged vein running all the way up until the mushroom-shaped tip of him. “Is that mine?”

His lopsided grin tugs. “All yours.”

Fire ignites me. “No one is allowed to touch you besides me! I know…you’renot a virgin.”

“I was on the football team…”

“Stop! I don’t want to know anything more! They are in the past. I am your forever.”

My husband crashes a kiss into me, pulls my naked body against his, and I moan as he vows, “Only you, Wife. I won’t let anyone touch me but you.”

He lays me onto the bed. Kisses my mouth. Collarbone. Left breast. Then right. Gently nibbling each nipple until I writhe and beg for him to go lower. He doesn’t wait. His lips travel down my stomach, hover on my belly button, kiss it gently, then work their way down. My lower abdomen feels so tenderand vulnerable as he kisses it while massaging my inner thighs, spreading them, slowly. With purpose, he kisses my tuft of curly hair, and a moan escapes him. “You smell so good.”

A long sigh drifts from me as his tongue touches the very core of me, and drags slowly up. Goosebumps sing in my skin. He buries his face, making me cry out. He licks me gently, and finds my little bean. Focuses on one side. Then the other. Murmurs into me, “Where are you most sensitive?” before he discovers the answer.

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