Page 114 of To Have and To Hold

Our lips collided. I lifted my arms to his shoulder and ran my fingers through his styled hair. Keeping our hips together, I leaned back and smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that all night. I think the messy look is sexy.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Messy hair, the scent of tobacco. What other aphrodisiacs turn you on, Mrs. Ruiz?”

“Just being in your presence.” I looked down at my left hand. Above Em’s great-grandmother’s band was a sparkling, gorgeous round diamond.

Em reached for my hand. “You like it?”

“I do. We need to get you a ring.”

“Lockdown is over. We can go do whatever you want to do.”

I spun around and peered at him over my shoulder. “I’d rather stay here tonight.” I batted my eyelashes. “Could you maybe help me out of this dress?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I expected him to reach for the line of pearl buttons. Instead, Em pulled a knife from a leg holster. I spun back around. “You arenotcutting this dress.”

“Isn’t that what would happen if you married in the Mafia?”

My smile quirked. “I didn’t marry into the Mafia. I married into the cartel.”

“Yes, you did.” Em encouraged me to turn until he had access to the line of buttons. With each button, he kissed my back, lower and lower. By the time I removed my arms from the cap sleeves, the dress pooled around my feet, leaving me in the new white high-heeled sandals and new lace lingerie. “You’re too fucking good for me.”

“I’m not. I was raised in a dangerous world without knowing it. I prefer knowing what’s happening, no matter how dangerous.” I took a step toward my husband. “My turn.” I started with the top button that was secured on Em’s shirt. One by one, I released them, adding my kisses to his chest until I reached the waist of his pants.

Kneeling, I reached for his belt.

Em laid his hand over mine. “Stand up, Izzy.”

I looked up at him. “You don’t want…?”

“A fucking blow job? Yes. But not tonight. You’re a fucking princess, and tonight we’re going to make part two pleasurable. Tonight, I want to come in that tight pink pussy of yours.” He ran his thumb over my lip. “I can wait to feel those lips around me.” He lifted his eyebrows. “Because I know it will be worth the wait.”

I nodded.

Pleasurable.

I wanted that.

Together we continued to undress. He helped me. I helped him. It was a mating dance. By the time we were nude, our hands were a frenzy of movement. Me touching him and him touching me.

I did what I hadn’t done the first night, looking closer at what would soon be inside me. While I didn’t suck, I kissed and licked. Em’s intense reaction twisted my core and was enough to make me want to do more.

Soon the roles reversed. It was Em’s face buried between my legs. The sparks that had come to life as I kissed and licked were fanned by the fervor of his actions. My hips bucked as his tongue, lips, and teeth worked in an alliance to bring me pleasure. It was as he added his hands, circling my clit, that I came unwound.

Nerve endings sparked, sending a trail of explosions through my body. I reached for his head, pushing him away to no avail. The orgasms were overpowering. When I didn’t think I could possibly take any more, Em moved over me.

My body was too worn out to notice the pressure at my entrance. By the time my mind and body came together, I felt full. No pain. I opened my eyes meeting Em’s concerned gaze, nodded, and smiled.

“Are you good?”

I shook my head. “Not good. I’m better than good.”

“Not sore?”

“No. I feel full, and it feels wonderful.”

“I’ll make it better.”

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