Page 48 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

Someone had set our honeymoon suite up for seduction. The dresser held a silver ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne. The window curtains and sheers were drawn displaying a panoramic view of the strip and the city.

“The room is beautiful,” I sighed. I kicked off my white platform shoes and laid back on the fluffy white duvet.

“Our wedding fairies had a hand in this.” He winked in response. After removing his tuxedo jacket, he took off the silver cufflinks, placing them both on the dresser. Loosening his tie, he hastily plucked the top two buttons of his shirt and toed off his shoes.

My pulse quickened as he rolled up his sleeves, the glow from the candles highlighted the corded veins racing along his forearms. I expected him to move on top of me, instead, he stretched out on the mattress and pulled me into his side.

In silence, we watched the flickering lights along the miles of streetlights. My fingers rubbed at the metal surrounding the soft flesh of his finger, and I savored the feeling of possessiveness.

The mood of the room changed to expectation. For so many years, I’d built up losing my virginity as the penultimate of all experiences, and at that moment, I was a bundle of nerves and excitement.

I hadn’t held myself back from other men merely because of a fear of pregnancy. I’d saved myself for Chadwick. Somewhere deep down inside of me, I’d always known he would be the one.

I rubbed my hand over his chest and my hand trailed to his waistband. He sucked in a breath before slowly exhaling with a hiss.

“Sweets, I will be honest. My heart is racing like I’m running a marathon. This moment should be memorable and perfect. I want you so much, but I need to relax. Let’s take our time and sip a little champagne.”

I completely understood his trepidation because I was equally, if not more anxious.

He rose from the bed and made his way to the champagne bucket. After removing the cage from the bottle, he freed the cork with a satisfying pop. He returned, holding champagne flutes in each hand. I sat up in the bed and downed the liquid. The bubbles danced deliciously over my tongue and tickled my nose. I wrinkled my nose to keep from sneezing, eliciting a laugh from Chadwick.

Smooth, Kandi. Real smooth.

I placed the flute on the nightstand. I gingerly searched through my fancy updo and plucked out the hairpins, letting my hair spill free and trail down my back. I look up to see him standing at the edge of the bed, one hand on the champagne glass and the other in his pocket as he watched me.

He placed his flute next to mine and slowly leaned toward me, his eyes blazing against mine. The look put my body on alert. My nipples puckered in anticipation of being sucked into his mouth. My clit cried for his fingers or his tongue. I vibrated with so much anticipation that my pulse raced.

He continued to unbutton his white shirt and slid off his white undershirt. I gulped as he unveiled his rippled abs and arms. This was my husband. He was so undeniably sexy . . . and mine, all mine. I’d lived a charmed life, but at this moment, I understood how lucky I was.

Wearing only a pair of tuxedo pants, he climbed onto the bed and lowered his body over mine. He leaned in and covered my mouth with his lips.

“I’ve waited three years to make love to you,” he growled. “Throughout the ceremony and dinner, my mouth watered at the thought of tasting this spot.” He nipped at my exposed collarbone. “I got hard knowing that this spot is mine.”

Our lips met again, and I moaned into his kiss, and all my tensions fell away as I deepened the kiss. My tongue demanded entry, and he parted his lips.

He peppered me with kisses—my neck, my lips, my shoulders, my clavicle. I was ready, yet the kisses went on and on and on. In my impatience, I leaned up on my elbows, my chest rising and falling with each breath.

“When are you going to undress me?” I panted.

He let out a belly laugh. “I’m trying to figure out how to get this dress off of you,” he admitted, and I joined him in laughter.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll talk you through it.”

He rolled off of me as I slid to the edge of the bed, and he sat next to me. I turned and presented my back.

“First, unbutton the bodice of the gown.”

“Can I just rip it?”

“Absolutely not! You will not rip my bridal gown. ?Unbutton.”

Following my instructions, he unfastened the first silk-covered button and kissed the newly exposed flesh, repeating the action until he uncovered my back.

I held the top of the gown and stood before releasing the dress and letting it pool on the floor. Leaving me in a pair of tiny white silk La Perla panties. The lingerie, with its blue, hand embroidered flowers, was my something blue. The little slip of fabric cost more than a majority of the items in my wardrobe. I chose them for this moment, and I knew he would like them. I didn’t expect just how much he would like them.

He sucked in a tiny breath and let out a low groan of approval. “Turn and let me see you.”

With cheeks heated with excitement and my arms rested at my side, I slowly turned to face him. I bit my quivering bottom lip and fixed my eyes on the white duvet cover. One look, and I would have been all over him.

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