Page 146 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

He guides me down onto the bed. Then super-seductively, and in slow motion as if just to torture me, he unwraps my lengths of strappy sandals from my calves.

Tossing them aside, he invites me to undress him with a sexy nod toward his belt.

Wasting no time, I remove it. Then his tie, his shirt, his pants, and finally his socks. I have no idea when he took his shoes off. I’m definitely otherwise occupied by his throbbing cock. I’ve certainly learned my way around it lately. What drives him wild. What my mouth can do for him. What makes him come quickly. Even how I can get him to last longer.

A few strokes of him elicits groans. He encircles my wrist with his hand and pulls me away. “This night is all about you, wife.”

“No.” I shake my head. “It’s about us. Just as the rest of our lives will be.”

He gently eases me down until I’m lying flat on my back then crawls up on the bed and hovers over me. “You bet your perfectly round ass it is.” He roots around at the crotch of my silk panties. “Please tell me you aren’t attached to these, because I’m about to rip them clean off.”

Before I can even answer, I hear the material rip, chuckling at the sound. “Guess I wasn’t.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand pairs.” He kisses my lower stomach where the teddy is rising up. “I’ll buy you anything you fucking want, Mrs. Montana.”

His head springs up in surprise. I was waiting for this.

“You got waxed?”

I shrug. “It was my wedding day.”

He runs a finger over the smooth, sensitive flesh that’s never been completely bare. Only now. Only for him. My insides quiver even before his finger touches my clit.

“Shit, Ray. I’m going to come just touching you.”

“That’s okay.” I lie back and wait for his sensual assault. “We’ve got all night and zero interruptions.”

I moan loudly when a finger glides inside me. He’s gentle. Much more so than he’s ever been. He’s testing the waters. Making sure I’m not sore. I’m not. Not one little bit. I’m ready for this. Ready for him.

“You don’t have to play nice,” I say, running my fingers through his hair. “I won’t break.”

He glances up. “Are you telling me you want me to ravage you, Regan Montana?”

I bite my lip then smile. I don’t need to answer. My eyes and my body do that for me.

“You think I can get you there when your body isn’t all hyped up with hormones?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

He inserts another finger, crooking them and causing my hips to rise off the bed. When his tongue finds my clit, his name comes off my lips in a sensuous cry as a tickle creeps up from every corner of my body.

“Jesus, Ray,” he murmurs around me, the words vibrating against my swollen nub.

My body reacts in a feral way. I rise to his lips. I press him into me with demanding hands. I want everything he has to give. Everything and more.

All my senses are heightened. I’m not sure if it’s because of the waxing. The ceremony. The way he looked at me all day. Or maybe it’s because I know I’m making love to the father of my child. The man who just promised himself to me forever. Whatever the reason, I feel it building. It’s not an unfamiliar sensation. It’s one I’ve had before. I’m climbing the mountain. One step at a time, I’m climbing. Hoping to reach that elusive peak. Get to that undefined pinnacle.

Building even further, I know I’m there. I’m at the precipice. The cliff. The point where I either fall forward or retreat back.

Suddenly his face appears within my mind like a dream. Only it’s not a dream. Everything I see actually happened. Him saying his vows. Caressing me with his words. Declaring his love.

I feel myself teetering on the edge of the ridge. One small breeze could sway me one way or the other.

The breeze comes in the form of my name. “Regan,” he whispers loudly as his mouth surrounds my soft, slick center.

So I do it. I leap. And I fall. And everything everywhere ceases to exist as I tumble spectacularly beneath his hands. His fingers. His tongue. His promised love. Nothing is clouding my head. Nothing is holding me back. Sensations, feelings, emotions… they all bombard me as I detonate beneath him, allowing the explosion to go on and on as the euphoria draws out every last spark. Each remaining ounce of energy. I let it drain me until I’m nothing but a languid pile of rubber limbs.

I can’t talk. I can’t move. I can’t think.

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