Page 80 of Rebel Heart
And I loved that he wanted to do it.
But it was crazy to me how little I’d thought about how things were going to change once I married him.
“Wow,” I marveled.
“What?”
“Our lives just changed in the most tremendous way.”
He squeezed my hand. “But it’s good, right? I feel amazing.”
There was no need for me to be concerned about any of this. I hadn’t generally been one to dwell on things much anyway, so there was no point in starting now.
“It’s amazing. And I think, if you’re willing to carry me over the threshold, you could find yourself feeling even better.”
Beau laughed, kissed my hand again, and said, “Wait right there.”
He came around to open my door, and once again, he lifted me in his arms to carry me into the house. Best of all, Beau wasted no time taking me through the house and into his bedroom.
Once he set me on my feet beside the bed, my hands immediately went to his tie. “You know, the suit was a nice touch today.”
“I’m glad you liked it. This dress is utterly perfect on you. I’m almost upset about having to take it off your body.”
Soft laughter spilled out of me as I tossed his tie aside and went to the buttons of his shirt. “Well, if you can’t manage it, I’ll be more than happy to peel this thing off. I love the dress, too, but I want to be naked with my husband.”
He chuckled. “I get the feeling you like saying that word.”
My eyes flicked to his as I undid that final button. “I do,husband.”
Beau’s eyes were dancing, the light in themundeniable. “To be clear, I said I wasalmostupset about taking the dress off your body. I’d struggle more not to see you naked tonight. Do you know how hard it’s been to have no access to your sweet body for so many weeks?”
His compliment made me feel so good about myself. I pushed his jacket and shirt down his arms and went for his belt. “I might have a clue how it feels, but I still want you to show me what it’s been like for you.”
After he was standing there in nothing but his underwear, the length of him straining against the fabric, he said, “Turn around, so I can get you out of this.”
I immediately complied with his request. And just the simple act of him unzipping my dress was pure torture. His knuckles inadvertently brushed against the skin on my back, sending shivers along my spine.
Beau guided the dress down my body, and when it pooled at my feet, he brushed my hair off to one side, placed his hands on my hips, and kissed the skin where my neck met my shoulder. His hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts, squeezing before his thumbs brushed over my nipples.
I whimpered, my knees buckling, and felt Beau smile against my skin.
He released my breasts, his hands drifting down to rest lightly on my belly that had barely a hint of a bump. Feeling his hands resting protectively there, something else moved through me.
A moment later, Beau turned me in his arms and kissed my mouth. We were nothing more than lips andtongue and teeth as we tasted one another, our breathing increasing the longer we stayed connected like that.
Eventually, we removed the last bits of clothing—our underwear—and Beau lowered me to the bed, doing it with such tenderness.
The feel of his warm, strong body next to mine was exactly what I’d needed. I didn’t care if he decided to take things slow or if he wanted to give in to the overwhelming need and desire that had been building for a while now.
Just being here, naked with him, and feeling his hands and mouth on me felt like enough to bring me to the brink of an orgasm.
And it seemed like that might be precisely what happened, because Beau wasn’t in a rush. He was taking his time.
Touching.
Squeezing.
Tasting.
