Chapter Thirty-Nine Ethan
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ethan
“Sunny.” I belong to her so completely that I don’t know if I can exist without her, much less live or breathe.
She consumes me.
I drop featherlight kisses on the corners of her mouth, on the delicate lids of her closed eyes, on the smooth planes of her cheeks.
I breathe in the scent of her, both bright and warm like a sunny autumn day in Los Angeles.
I really should consider ripping that silky nightgown off her and consummating our marriage, but I could kiss her like this for an eternity.
To be honest, I’m a little nervous. This is my first time making love to her as her husband—first time making love to my wife.
“Ethan?”
“Hmm?” I slide my lips down the length of her neck. I can’t resist licking the pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. She moans, and smug satisfaction spreads through me.
“Why aren’t you kissing me?” She tilts her head to the side, offering me more of her neck. “Why aren’t you touching me?”
A part of me still can’t believe I can kiss her and touch her. She is mine. We are married in the eyes of the people, in a union blessed by the fates. But when I kiss and touch her now, it would be my vow to her that I am hers—body and soul.
I want it to be good for her—so good—but a part of me snarls like a beast, urging me to claim her, to mark her as mine. The ferocity of my desire unsettles me, warring with my instinct to protect her . . . even from me.
I have to get this right. This might be our last time. I have to show her what she means to me.
“I am kissing you.” I plant a line of kisses on her jawline until I reach her stubborn, perfect chin and move up the other side. And I slide my hands down her back, the cool silk of her gown warming under my hot palms. “I am touching you.”
She squirms at my teasing touch and presses her body harder against mine. I groan, burning for her. I am a nervous, snarling mess, but I need to have her.
Please gods, let me get this right.
Heart thumping with nerves and anticipation, I kiss my way up her jaw and hover my lips a breath away from hers. “I love you, Sunny.”
“I love you, Ethan.” Her sweet breath tickles my lips, and my mouth waters, wanting to taste her. “Are you going to kiss me? Or do I have to do everything around here?”
I pull her flush against me and kiss her like a man starved. I greedily lick the curve of her smile. Mine. Her smile, her lips, her eager fingers digging into my shoulders . . . All mine.
She pushes up to her toes with a whimper, and I all but lose my mind. I fist my hand in her hair and tilt her head to the side, so I can plunge my tongue deeper into her mouth to taste her properly. A groan rumbles in my chest when her tongue tangles with mine and her teeth scrape against it.
I grab her by the waist and hoist her up, and she clamps her strong legs around my torso, her nightgown pooling around her hips. More by instinct than sight, I stumble to the nearest wall and push her up against it. Our kiss turns rough and desperate, and I grind against her core.
I slip a hand under her gown and slide it over her thigh until her round ass fills my palm. Then every muscle in my body clenches, and my mind goes electric white with shock. I was already painfully hard, but my cock hardens even more, and I get lightheaded enough to sway slightly.
“What . . . are you wearing?” I choke out, leaning back to meet her eyes.
She offers me a slow, sinful smile. “I think it’s time you unwrap your present, husband.”