Page 2 of Her Kensington
“Mine,” he repeats when he’s fully seated. Pulling back, he stares at me, the look in his eyes makes my breath catch. The heat, hunger and the possession reflected back at me would be enough to make my knees weak if I were using them.
Something tells me that belonging to Harrison is no bad thing.
His thrusts pick up speed as he sucks on my neck. I scratch at his back and shoulders as I try to get him deeper, my second orgasm growing within me.
“Harrison,” I whimper.
“Let go, let me feel you.”
At his demand, I fall apart. My muscles clench tightly around him, making him grunt as his own release crashes into him.
“Do you think many couples consummate their marriage in the shower?” he grunts into my neck as he continues to thrust slowly into me.
“What?” I was under the impression I was too drunk to remember that as well. “Didn’t we…”
“No, you passed out once we got back to the room. Getting you out of your wedding dress wasn’t anywhere near as sexy as I hoped it would be.”
Harrison
“I’m goingto make you remember, you know?”
“How’s that?” she asks sleepily, still dazed from her multiple orgasms.
Turning the water on, I push her back under it. “We’re going to relive it.”
“Tell me everything.”
“Okay.” I grab the shampoo and start washing her hair as I think back to the night before. “Do you remember going to the casino?”
“Vaguely.”
“Well after our first bottle of champagne, you suggested making the most of Vegas, so we went down and played some slots. You said you wanted to do something with me that you’d not done since moving here.” She nods like she remembers. “We were on a bit of a losing streak but it didn’t stop you raising the stakes. You told me that if I won on the next spin, you’d marry me and move to London.”
She sucks in a breath as her eyes widen in surprise. “I said that?”
“You did. And guess what?”
“You won.”
“I certainly did, beautiful.”
“But you knew I was drunk, right?”
“I thought you’d remember, if that’s what you mean.”
“So what happened next?” she asks eagerly.
“I scooped up the winnings, grabbed your hand and we ran out of there. We made our way towards a little chapel where I bought you a dress and our rings, and no more than thirty minutes later we were husband and wife.”
“Oh god,” she groans, dropping her face to my chest.
“What?”
“Please tell me Elvis didn’t marry us.” I can’t help but laugh at her as she peeks up at me.
“No, Elvis didn’t marry us. Just some woman dressed in normal clothes. I’m sure she’s in the photos.”
“There are photos?” Her eyes light up in delight and my heart melts. Last night was the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.
