Page 220 of Check & Chase
He moves around the room, putting out the clusters of candles. I watch him, still marveling at how smoothly he moves despite his knee brace, at how much he’s willing to sacrifice for us to be together.
When he returns, his expression has shifted from playful to intense. “Now, where were we?”
“Right about here,” I murmur, finishing with his shirt buttons and pushing the fabric from his shoulders.
His hands find the zipper of my dress, slowly drawing it down my back. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you in this dress.”
“Just this dress?” I tease, stepping back to let the fabric pool at my feet, leaving me in nothing but lace underwear.
“That too,” he admits. “But I was a bit distracted by the whole ‘holy shit I’m actually marrying Emma Anderson’ thing.”
I close the distance between us again to work at his belt. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Never,” he promises, capturing my lips in another kiss.
We barely make it to the bedroom before our clothes are gone. The master suite glows from the moon outside, rose petals scattered across the bed, champagne chilling in a silver bucket nearby.
“You really went all out,” I breathe, letting him guide me toward the bed.
“I had motivation,” he explains, easing down beside me carefully, mindful of his knee. “I wanted our first night as husband and wife to be unforgettable.”
“Mission accomplished. But we’re just getting started.”
His hand catches mine. “Wait. No touching yet.”
I blink, caught off guard. “What? Why?”
Instead of answering, he reaches into his pocket and pulls something out—a familiar length of black silk.
My mouth falls open. “Is that the blindfold from the wedding? You kept that?”
“Hell yeah I did,” he grins, the playful glint in his eyes turning wicked. “Did you really think I was letting this go to waste,Mrs. Mitchell?”
A shiver runs through me as he gently ties the soft fabric over my eyes.
Darkness wraps around me, sharpening every other sense. I hear the sheets shift as he moves, feel cool air on my skin, and then—his hand, warm, on my inner thigh.
“You are so beautiful, Em,” he whispers. “Every inch of you.”
I gasp as his fingers skim upward, teasing. Then his head dips, and his mouth finds my pussy. He takes his time, building me up slowly, then faster. I’m lost in the sensation, the blindfold making everything more intense. My hips arch off the bed, seeking more, needing more.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
He groans low, the sound vibrating through my clit. He knows exactly where and how to touch me, how to make the pressure build. My fingers clutch at the rose-covered sheets, my breath coming in short gasps as my first orgasm spreads through me, warm and intense.
“God, Em,” he murmurs against me. “You taste incredible.”
He kisses his way up my body until his mouth finds mine. I taste myself on his lips, the rawness of it making my head spin.
When I catch my breath, I reach up and untie the blindfold. The silk slips away and light floods back in. I blink, eyes adjusting, and then smile.
“My turn,” I whisper.
Before he can react, I flip him onto his back, careful of his knee, and loop the blindfold around his wrists, securing them to the headboard with a firm tug.
“Think you can get out of that, Mr. Mitchell?” I tease.
His eyes burn into mine, heavy-lidded and dark with want. “We’ll see, baby.”
