Chapter 12
When Tana woke up, nothing was moving. All she could hear were birds chirping, and sun shone through giant arched windows that displayed a stunning view of green hills and a big pond with a dock.
They’d made it home around five in the morning, and she had no idea what time it was now.
But she knew exactly when the big man behind her woke up. His rock-hard, naked cock pressed into her butt, and Tana couldn’t help but squeeze her legs together to calm the growing ache there. She arched her spine as his hand cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between two fingers.
“Mornin’, baby. How’d you sleep?”
Mick’s words were something she could get used to, especially in that sleep-roughened voice. And his hands on her bare skin were damn fine.
I guess that’s one perk of marrying a reformed horndog. He sure knows the ropes.
“I thought I’d dreamed all this. But here you are.” The last word was hitched on a breath as he tweaked her nipple.
“Real enough for you?”
“Did you really propose onstage last night, or did I hallucinate all that?”
He chuckled low and gruff in her ear. “I really did.”
“Are we crazy, Mick?”
“Nah, but things are about to be.” He slid his other hand to cup her between her legs. “Soaked, every time. God bless.”
Her man—her fiancé—pinned her between his cock and his hand.
She moaned as he worked her into a frenzy. “Mick, how long are you gonna tease me before you finally make me yours?”
“Mmm … a while.”
His lips found her neck and her ear, and Tana decided that was just fine.
With no hurry, no one waiting for them to be anywhere, Tana let herself fully relax into the moment and the decadent pleasure Mick was already unleashing within her.
“I want a big church weddin’,” he whispered in her ear.
“You do?” She let out a breathy sigh.
“Yeah. With my mama and sisters and your mama and your people all there.”
His fingertip stroked her slickness, and she pressed into him.
“Why are you saying this all now?”
“ ’Cause I want you to say, Yes, sir. Whatever you want, sir. And let me give you the wedding you deserve.”
His finger teased her opening, and she was dying for him to keep going.
“Mick …”
“Yes, sir. Whatever you want, sir,” he repeated.
“Yes. Okay. Whatever you want. Please, Mick.”
He slid one finger a knuckle deep.
“How about that yes, sir, baby girl?”
“Yes, sir! Whatever you want, sir. I’ll say whatever you want. Just don’t torture me.”
“Torture? Oh, honey, I’ve had blue balls for days while you had countless orgasms.”
She supposed he was right. And yet …
“Then why don’t you do something about it, sir?”
“God, you are fucking sexy. Hot, like molten lava. Responsive, like the finest filly. Girl, once I get inside you, I can promise I’m not gonna wanna stop for a long damn time.”
Heat poured through her. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“I got you where I can take my time. So, I’m gonna take my time.”
He shifted, and suddenly, she had a long, hard cock sliding between her legs from behind. He wasn’t trying to slide it inside, but the temptation was torturous. Her hips moved of their own volition, rocking back and forth along it.
“Attagirl.”
She leaned forward in an attempt to nudge it against her opening.
“Not yet.”
He repositioned her and teased her clit until she was panting with need.
“Mick—”
“Baby girl, I said, wait. You’ll get all the cock you need, but just not yet.”
“You’re gonna make me beg, aren’t you?”
“Ya already are, sweetheart.”
Mick was in love with this girl. She had his ring on her finger. And now she was begging for him to sink inside her.
Whatever I did right in another life, thank you, Jesus.
And he meant it.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Whatever came next, this was one of the best days of Mick’s life.
“Mick, please—”
She was soaking wet. Needy. Her perfect pink nipples were as hard as pebbles.
His cock was like an iron rod. What was he waiting for?
He pulled away, rolled her onto her back, and slid his hips between her thighs.
“I need to see your pretty face as I sink inside that promised land between your legs for the first time.”
“Thank God. Hurry.”
“Nah, I’m gonna take you slow and easy, baby girl. You’re precious. Plenty of time for hard and fast later. But this time, it’s slow and easy.”
Her hips were lifting to cradle his dick, and Mick knew it was time. She’d lose it otherwise, and today, he wanted her to lose it with him.
“I love you, Tana,” he said as he nudged the head against her opening and began the long, slow slide inside her tight, wet heat.
Her breath caught, and her beautiful gray eyes went hazy as she lifted to meet him.
She is stunning.
It was the last coherent thought Mick had for a good long while.