Page 33 of One Night Bride
“Where are you going?”
Remington laid me down on my bed and stood back up, backing away while giving me an intense stare. He held up a finger, and I pouted. Yes, I actually pouted, which should indicate just how desperate I was for this man. The sex had been fantastic in Tahoe, and I didn’t even remember half of it. Then he’d given me a brief glimpse into his talents the other morning in Wyoming, but I wanted to experience sober sex with Remington.
His pants looked uncomfortable based on the bulge behind the fly, but he didn’t seem to mind. He roamed about the room, looking behind doors and under books like he was on a scavenger hunt.
“Can I help you find something?” I asked dryly.
I’d been forgotten about while he hunted for some imaginary treasure. He smirked, but kept rummaging around until he shouted, “Aha!” He held a candle in his hand, now spinning in a circle.
“Got a lighter anywhere?” he mumbled.
I slid off the bed and walked over to take the candle from him. I put my hand on his chest to stop him from wasting more time. The lighter was in my side table drawer, which I got out, handing it over to him and holding the candle while he lit it.
“Now can we please get naked?” I asked once the candle was lit and flickering between us.
His gaze finally flew to my face, and his eyes crinkled in the corners, as if he was embarrassed. “Listen, Tahoe was amazing, but I’m an ass for not remembering most of it. I do remember the bathroom, but that’s not really the way I like to treat a lady. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to do better this time.”
He took the candle from my hand and put it on the dresser. “Got any more of those?”
I rolled my eyes, but inside I was crushing like a teenager. My cowboy wanted to romance me? I hadn’t expected that, but I was all in. “Be right back.” I ran out the door to the linen closet, knowing I had a whole box of candles we could use.
When I came back to the bedroom, he had soft music playing and the bed turned down. His eyes tracked me as I put the candles around the room on various furniture. He began to light them behind me.
“How about you lose the clothes now, Esme?” he said in a low voice.
I went over to the bed and slowly unbuttoned my blouse before tossing it aside and stepping out of my suit pants. The matching lacy black bra and panties made me feel sexy. Glancing over at Remington, he was about to light my curtains on fire with the lighter he’d forgotten about while he stared at me.
“Remy!” I warned.
He glanced down and clicked the lighter off before tossing it on the table and coming over to me. Maybe tiny flames all around the room weren’t such a safe idea.
He stood right in front of me, just looking. My heart rate soared as I felt his gaze like a touch. Then his arm came up and a single finger traced the straps of the bra, down over the cups, and between my breasts.
“This is sexy as hell,” he whispered.
He bent down and traced his lips and tongue along the same path, shivers wracking me as he went. He slipped the straps off my shoulders and reached around to unclasp the bra with quick dexterity. It fell to the ground between us. His palms cupped my breasts, and he stared at them until I shifted on my feet.
“You’re so beautiful, Esme.”
His tone was reverent and worshipful. As badly as I initially wanted him to get on with it, I found myself hanging on his every word, his every look, his every move. This wasn’t like Tahoe at all, when we couldn’t even wait to take our clothes off before he was buried inside of me. Time stood still here, affording us the luxury of everything we’d missed the first time.
Remy dropped to his knees and my stomach dipped. He kissed my stomach and let his hands roam over my hips, my ass, and then down my thighs. He nuzzled his face between my legs and his hot breath there made me quake.
“Remington,” I whispered, having a hard time staying on the legs that had gone to rubber.
His thumbs hooked in my panties and he pulled them down my legs, helping me step out of them. He stared up at me, taking in my naked body. I swallowed hard and tried to stand still. If he wanted to look, I should let him.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, right before he parted me with his thumbs and swiped up my slit with his tongue.
I cried out and grabbed his shoulders, needing something to keep me upright. With my legs so close together, he was only able to reach my clit, which he focused on with such intensity, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. A few more flicks of his tongue and then he sucked that little nub inside his mouth. Electricity flowed like a thunder storm through my veins. I broke apart in a matter of seconds, sagging against him while I shook. Not one muscle in my body seemed to still have function. Remington held me steady and slowed his tongue before standing up and sweeping me into his arms.
He placed me on the bed and stood back up to slip out of his pants. He climbed back on the bed and lay between my legs, his heavy weight both comforting and stimulating. The orgasm had been amazing, but I needed to feel him inside of me. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I felt his cock breaking me in two. He kissed me, tasting of both of us, before he pulled back and notched himself at my opening.
“Shit,” he muttered, his head dropping.
“What?” My voice had gone whisper soft and lazy.
He pushed off the bed and found his pants. “Condom,” he simply stated.
