Page 26 of His Vow
Fuck!It’s like the kiss before, overwhelming and hot. Except this time, we don’t have an audience, and there’s no reason to stop.
Lucia was always different from other women. But it’s only as our tongues duel and we each try to meld our bodies into one that I realize it was because there was always something more to our connection.
I’m not sure if we solved anything, but with this beautiful woman in my arms, I can’t think clearly enough to care.
Chapter ten
Lucia
This kiss might have begun with me reaching for him, but soon Ant’s seizing control. Thick, corded arms tie me to him. And like the earlier kiss, he’s stealing my breath. My body trembles with need as we tease each other with our tongues.
Our breathing fast and heavy, we break apart. “I never realized …” he begins, then stops, leaving the thought unfinished. He searches my gaze for answers, but I’m not sure what the question is.
“I like it when you kiss me,” I admit. It’s the truth, and we’ve always been honest with each other. A clandestine wedding won’t change that.
He runs a finger along my jawline. “And I want tokeepkissing you.” His thumb drifts to the corner of my mouth. My lips part when he rubs it gently over the bottom one. “But we should take things slowly.”
“That would be sensible.” My tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb before I tease, “Except tonight is our wedding night.”
“What are you asking?” he growls.
I swallow deeply. “I’m asking for more.”
He leans forward, and this time I wait for him to make the first move. I know what I want, but does Ant want the same? It’s hard to tell with his face an unreadable mask as he stares at my mouth. My tongue runs over my bottom lip, following the path of his thumb, tempting him. And he closes the final inches to press his lips to the pulse point below my earlobe.
My mind short-circuits as he trails scorching kisses down my neck to above my collarbone, where his mouth lingers, sucking gently on the soft skin. I never knew it could be like this. Kisses so incredibly hot that a wildfire takes hold beneath the surface, and every spot he touches is another ignition point.
With his teeth, he moves the thin strap of my silk slip dress away so he can sprinkle a necklace of kisses along my shoulder. It’s another sexy move, and I realize my previous partners were sadly lacking in them, more focused on getting naked as quickly as possible than a slow seduction.
The strap slips lower down my arm, and so does his mouth, dipping to the swell of my breast. I stretch up higher on my toes, wanting his mouth on the peak. As I teeter on my heels, he wraps one muscled arm around my waist, pinning our lower bodies together, and I bend backward against it. He won’t let me fall.
Ant stares down at me, embers of heat in the smoky depths of his eyes. My nipple has popped free from the thin veil of silk. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He groans, and I’m sure his erection pressing against my hip grows harder.
Never-ending tingles ripple through me with each swipe of his tongue. And with a flick of Ant’s thumb and forefinger, the other strap falls, releasing the fabric to fall to my waist.
While he sucks on one nipple, his palm massages the soft flesh of the other. I thread my fingers through his hair, tethering myself to him with handfuls of thick dark brown clumps. He’s worn it a little longer this last year, so there’s plenty to hold on to. I like the feel of it almost as much as the stubble on his sharpjaw, which brushes against my breasts as he licks and sucks on the taut peaks.
A whimper wheezes from my chest as his teeth graze over one pebbled tip and waves of desire rush to my core. “That feels amazing.”
“Good,” he growls, lifting his face to mine, “because I don’t want to stop.” Again, he seeks my consent.
“Don’t stop,” I confirm before he sweeps me completely off my feet. My yelp of surprise quickly turns into a giggle as I anchor my legs around his waist, and he walks us into the closest bedroom.
He drops me on top of the king-size bed with a bounce. His grin holds a promise of more surprises as he stares down at me half naked and laid out before him. Slowly, he removes his jacket, tossing it across the room to land in a heap on a chair in the corner. Next, the silver tie is unknotted, dropping to the floor. Then he’s unbuttoning his shirt, and I hold my breath in anticipation.
I’ve seen Ant bare-chested hundreds of times at the beach, but never with the prospect of being able to run my hands over the contoured muscles.
How did I miss how damn sexy my friend’s body is?I guess that’s the point; he was my friend, and it felt wrong to ogle him. But now he’s my husband, and I drink in the sight of him like it’s the first time. I want to kiss every inch of his bronze skin. Lick my way up and down every ridge and groove of those toned abs.
A sigh full of desire falls from my lips, bringing a smile to the mouth that, moments ago, was feasting on my tits. I wiggle farther up the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, grinning from ear to ear as he wraps his hands around my calves and pulls me back toward him.
The silk skirt of my dress rides up, bunching at my waist. Ant’s gaze drops to the juncture of my thighs, where a tiny triangle of white lace is all that hides my pussy from him.
“So pretty.” His hands slip down to my ankles slowly, like he’s unsure of his next move.
We’re crossing lines that, up until tonight, we only inched our toes up to. His gaze pins to mine, and a myriad of questions swirl through the gray depths. I lift my leg higher to rest a foot on one shoulder, an unspoken invitation.
