Page 55 of With You Forever

“Are we?” One of her eyebrows arches. Haughty. Confident. So damn sexy. Seth lets out a growl as his dick swells in his jeans.

“We are.”

Slowly, he peels her thin dress from her body, watching feathers from her cuffs dance around the room. Then his brain proceeds to melt down when he sees what she’s got on underneath. The tiniest bra and a lace thong that shows off her toned ass.

He gapes at her. Jesus Christ. She’s gonna make a sinner out of him.

“You been wearin’ that all night and I just now see it?” he asks, barely able to think straight.

“Ah, poor baby,” Lacey coos, nuzzling his neck. “You can see it now. See?” She does a seductive little shimmy around the room, showing off her long legs, her supple curves, only to laugh when Seth growls and grabs her around the waist, pulling her against him flush.

Lacey whimpers as his hands dig into the flesh of her thighs. But she’s smiling. She likes it. His rough grip. They both moan and then Seth’s backing her up toward the bed. Tonight, he’s taking his time. He’s gonna show his girl what she’s all about, that he loves her, can’t fucking breathe without her.

Any day without Lacey can hurry it the fuck up.

Eyes eager, all she does is watch him. She doesn’t have to say what she wants, because Seth knows. Knows the wiggle of her hips, the hitch of her breath that tells him he’s doing all the right things.

In a flash, they’re on the bed. Seth hovers over her, dipping his mouth to sweep a kiss over her breasts. Lacey’s nipples pucker in response to his warm breath, a pleased mewl falling from her lips.

“I ain’t ever stoppin’, Lacey.”

“Stopping what?” She’s breathless, her breasts rise.

Off comes her bra, her panties.

“Worshippin’ you.” The words have her eyes shuttering. “You, Lace, baby.” His voice is ragged as he feverishly kisses his way down her svelte body. The slender line of her throat. The jut of her hip bones. The dip of her navel. The warm pulse of her pussy. Lacey moans and arches under his kiss.

When he straightens up, he freezes.

Overcome by emotion, by awe, Seth stares.

The sight of her body, laid out, glowing and gorgeous, damn near threatens to take him out. He’s in awe of this woman who has given everything to him, who’s a fighter, a fucking force to be reckoned with.

Sometimes he’s still not sure he deserves her. This fucking ocean goddess, this hurricane girl, this woman who’s been his savior more times than he can count.

Her body, her breasts, might change, but he cannot imagine anything that would make him want to hold her closer. Because her body is his and he loves it.

Returning to her, his lips skim her jawline. No holding back. All his cards, his love on the table. “You’re my favorite person, princess. My favorite scent.” With a shiver, she tilts her chin up, meeting his eyes. “You’re my ocean. My favorite memory. My favoritebody.” His words hang reverent in the air between them. A sob wrenches from her when he kisses her breasts gently, causing her slender body to wrack. “My wife.”

“Your wife,” she whispers.

Seth’s eyes close, and in that second, between breathless kisses, tangled limbs and hushedI love yous, Lacey crying his name, his jeans are unzipped and off. His dick flexes, craving her.

“Mine,” he says raggedly, his eyes damp. “You’re mine, Lace.”

“I am,” she gasps, and he thrusts into her. The headboard cracks the wall. “I’m yours.”

And then, winding her arms around his neck, Lacey pulls him down to her red lips. He inhales her kiss, drinking her in like water, like sunlight. Lacey loops her legs around his waist drawing him down, deep into her. His hips rear back and then he sinks in deeper. Her heat bathes his cock and Seth groans.

Perfect. She’s too damn perfect.

Tears streaming down her face, Lacey buries her face in his neck and kisses him softly. “Forever,” she whispers. “We stay like this forever.”

“Yes,” Seth chokes out. Together, their bodies burn, soul to soul, heart to heart in the way they always do. “Till the end of our days, princess.You. It’s always been you.”

Seth breathes into his hands.

Paces.

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