Page 272 of Things Left Unsaid

The last six months of wedding organization torture were all worthwhile when I saw Zee walk down the aisle toward me in Pigeon Creek’s church.

To be fair, Kennedy Van Der Mils sure knows how to perfect ‘the big day.’ This celebration was a thousand times more special than our first—and my wife deserved nothing less than to fulfill every aspect of her dream wedding.

When Zee winds her arms around my waist, my fingers automatically bridge hers, exposing herLord of the Ring-themed nails. All for me. As was the white cloak that channeled Arwen while also being so uniquelyherthat the image will imprint itself on my mind for a lifetime.

I shift in her hold so I can see her face before taking my eyes on a downward trajectory.

A baseball jersey and lacy short shorts—I’m in heaven.

Like the smart man I am, I haul her up high, grabbing her thighs and notching myself between them.

Her core settles on my abs.

Her breath immediately hitches as she secures her arms around my neck.

When she shimmies against me, I ask, “You want this, baby?”

“I want this.You.” Her throat bobs as she reaches for my hand. “Let me show you.”

She digs her heels into my ass and levers herself up then draws my fingers toward her center.

Hot.

The faint stirrings of slickness.

I slam my mouth onto hers, desire rushing through me as I chase what’s permanent—here. Now. Tonight.

She’s my wife.

Twice over.

Whatever she wants, whatever she needs, it’s my goddamn duty to give it to her.

Especially if that includesme.

The thought has me shuddering as I pin her to the wall beside the window.

Biting her bottom lip, I tug it away from her teeth then spear my tongue into her mouth when she whimpers and opens for me.

I taste her, every inch, savoring and sampling because she’s better than a Deep N’ Delicious cake. Every stroke of my tongue over hers has minute shivers rushing along her spine, making her writhe into me, dragging me to the outer edges of my control with every millisecond that passes.

Who am I kidding?

My control’s shot to hell.

I might as well have tossed it out the window the second she embraced me.

Her hands cup my head, nails digging into my scalp as she steers me, hungry formein a way I’ve grown to anticipate.

As she thrusts her tongue against mine, she wiggles her hips from side to side then, when the friction isn’t enough, rocks her pussy over my abdomen. The notion drives me crazy because there’s fabric separating us and I could feel that delicious heat on my bare skin if she were naked.

I lever her legs from around my waist and lower her to the floor. She moans a complaint, but I don’t wait for her to voice her concerns. I snag the waistband of her short shorts and tug them down her hips.

“I need you naked,” I rasp.

Sagging into the wall once she realizes my intent, she watches as I drop to my knees in front of her and help her strip out of them.

She stares at me.

---