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Back at our house, he carries me up the stairs to our bedroom and stares at me with a fire I’ve not seen before.

He carefully lowers me to the bed, and my stomach is in a wild swirl of anticipation. When our lips touch, my eyes flutter closed, and I sink deep into it. His strong hand is on the back of my head while the other roams over my back and rests above the curve of my ass. My hands move from his broad shoulders up his thick neck, and I rake my fingers through his hair before curling my grip.

I feel everything, and our closeness is like a drug that brings me closer to euphoria.

He parts our lips, and his tongue runs over my bottom lip, seeking entry. I groan from the feeling of his tongue inside my mouth. Sweet and warm and captivating. I want more.

I need more.

And it’s safe to say, he’s feeling the same. The way his hand grips my ass and brings me flush against his hard erection. There is no mistaking the sparks.

Our tongues move in fluid strokes. I lap up his taste, and when he teases my mouth with his tongue, a whimper leaves my chest. No time to be embarrassed or silent. I can’t hold myself back, even if I wanted to.

Every sweep of his tongue, I match it with my own in perfect rhythm. He’s such a good kisser. Kissing him has fast become an addiction.

When we pull apart, both of us are gasping for oxygen. I bring my eyes to his and hold them, seeing the same struggle and confliction I feel, but he has a little…excitement.

“Let me worship you.”

Chapter 42

Alex

“I don’t think I’ve seen a better dress,” I rasp, touching her hot skin that's exposed from the dip in her wedding dress.

The lace is a mix of soft and rough against my fingers.

“You like it?” she asks in a sexy purr.

“No, honey. I love it. Knowing you picked this to wear for me as we become one. My wife. My future. My love for now and forever,” I murmur.

The green in her eyes glows brighter. I don’t miss the misty look, though.

“Honey…” I start.

She shakes her head. “I’m okay. Just extra emotional.”

I lay my hand on her cheek. She nuzzles into it.

“Are you sure? I can run you a bath and make you tea.”

Her lips twitch. “No, Doctor, even though that sounds nice. I don’t want nice right now.”

My eyebrows draw together. “You don’t?”

“No. I want my husband.” She gives me a sexy smile, and I don’t miss the hint of mischief in her eyes.

“My wife needs her husband to fuck her, worship her, and make love to her,” I whisper, leaning in and bringing my lips to hers in a hot kiss.

Her lips part to breathe out, “Yes.”

I drop my hand from her face. “Good. Because the look of you as my wife makes me want to come,” I murmur darkly, before adding, “Turn around.”

She spins slowly until her back is facing me. I take a steady breath and admire her curves, then my hand reaches out to unzip her in an unhurried movement.

My fingers grip the metal, and I pull down steadily, exposing her skin. No matter how hard my body screams at me to do it faster, I don’t. The moment I make love to her as my wife will be worth it.

I finish unzipping her dress, and take it off. She turns to face me again.

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