Page 73 of Savage Roses

The bodysuit molds itself to her incredible body, highlighting every last curve of hers in the most erotic fashion. The top half resembles a bustier, encasing her breasts in sheer lace that teases dark brown nipples I want to suck into my mouth. The lower half is no less tantalizing, a high-cut type of panty that reminds me how plump her pussy is.

But the biggest surprise of all is once she starts strutting toward me, slow and sexy in heels I didn’t even realize she has, and then stops in front of me. I reach for her only to discover my palms slide over her fat, bare ass.

“Phi, you fucking tease,” I groan, easing her around, my gaze falling to the bodysuit’s thong-cut in the back. I smack my hand to her behind, a light and quick punishment for her deception. “You’re not supposed totryto drive me crazy.”

She turns around, her lips quirked. “Surprise.”

“This is what I mean—just like you love rubbing that ass on me in your sleep. You do stuff like this then play innocent.”

The little giggle she releases is so damn adorable on top of everything else. Yet another contrast to how sexy she is and how alluring she’s behaving that I wrap an arm around her and draw her into a deep, appreciative kiss.

Right away, she’s sliding hands up my chest and curling her body into mine. Her breasts press into me, soft and full at the same time. We’re lost in each other’s kiss, forgetting about the roaring fire and glasses of wine waiting for us. Instead, we indulge each other on our own timetable, taking our time.

I grip her ass and enjoy how her lips feel against mine. Deep kisses might be one of Delphine’s hugest turn ons, but I’m hardly any different—ironic, considering I’ve rarely had patience kissing any other woman. I’m usually just trying to fuck so I can get it out of my system and then move on.

But, with Delphine, our lips and tongues teasing each other turns me the hell on. That’sbeforeI’ve even really touched her. Passion’s so infused in our deep kisses that it takes my mind to the same dirty places it goes whenever my hands are on her.

And theyareon her.

As we kiss some more, switching up our angle, and going for shorter, more punctuated kisses, I let my hands roam her supple curves.

Even now, after everything we’ve been through over the years, I marvel that she’s mine. That she wants to be mine. Tonight, she agreed to marry me.

Shedidmarry me.

This is our wedding night, and I intend on wreaking so much pleasure from her body, she’ll never forget this moment.

But I also want to savor it for as long as possible, which means—

“If we keep on like this, you’re going to make me come,” I tell her, dropping a final quick kiss on her lips. I pull away and turn to the wine glasses I poured.

“I don’t see a problem. I want you to come. On me. In me. Down my—”

“Bad girl,” I scold, smacking her behind again. I hand her the glass of wine and keep my own. “Let’s at least toast first andpretendwe’re civilized.”

“The man nicknamed Psycho preaching civility. I’ve seen everything.”

Her teasing draws the slightest grin from me. I watch her as she sips from her wine and wanders over to the fireplace. Just when I’m wondering if she’ll carry on being playful or switch up, she catches me off guard with a question.

“So are you going to tell me the real reason for this trip?”

“I told you. It’s the holidays and I wanted to surprise you.”

She holds out her hand and studies her ring, the other still holding her wine glass. “I never expected you to propose tonight.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“You had your answer when I said I’d marry you tonight.”

You already have.

I set down my glass and follow her to the fireplace. “And start our future tonight?”

“As in?”

“Phi, if you’re going to be my wife, you’re going to have my babies. Which means we’ve got to get started tonight.”

“So much for civilized.”

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