Page 80 of A Game of Ruck
My wife.
Annabeth turns toward me, cheeks pink and eyes shining, and I swear the air in my lungs turns to fire.
I stalk toward her like the predator I am, and she doesn’t back away.
No.My girl lifts her chin, daring me to make good on every promise I whispered during the reception and the entire ride home.
“You’re staring,” she murmurs, shy and breathless.
“You’re goddamn beautiful,” I growl, cupping her face and kissing her slow—deep and wet and hungry, like she’s my first meal in what feels like forever.
“A week is too long, Angel.”
“Mm hm.”
Her fingers grip the hem of my shirt, tugging it up, and I let her.
Let her lift it up, clutching at my skin like she’s desperate to feel it.
And fuck, but I am so there for it.I want this woman with a vengeance.I burn for her, need her to want me too.
And I love watching her come into her power.She touches me with confidence now.With ownership.
And fuck, but that turns me on.
I love seeing how she yearns for me.Just like I yearn for her.
But then I take over.Because this is our first time ashusbandandwife.And I want her tofeelthat.
Every second.
Every inch.
My cock throbs at the sight of her and I can’t wait to strip, too.
I drag her dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet like the offering it is.
She’s breathless, blushing, her body trembling just a little—and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder.
Finding the clasp at the front of her bra, I pop it open with one hand, and those perfect tits spill free, nipples already stiff from anticipation.
My mouth waters, but I want more.
So I grip her panties at the sides, and I rip them clean off her body like a savage.
She gasps, her hands flying to my chest like she doesn’t know whether to stop me or pull me closer.
I tower over her, chest heaving, staring down at the flushed goddess in front of me.
Her pupils are blown wide.
Lips parted, pink and kiss-bruised.
Her hair is a wild halo of curls around her shoulders.
She looks like temptation incarnate.
She looks like mine.
