Chapter 17
Zoe
As the elevator climbs to our floor, I slip my hand in his. He smiles down at me with a glint in his eyes. “Did you get everything you wanted?” he asks.
I nod, knowing if I say no, he’ll do everything he can to fix it. That’s just the sort of man he is. It’s my turn to make him feel worshiped. “I want to model my new lingerie for you.” I bite my lip, feeling my cheeks heat.
He gives me a wolfish grin, pulling me closer. “I want nothing more.” His breathy whisper dances across my cheeks, causing my panties to flood.
As soon as we’re inside our room, I take the pink lingerie store bag into the bathroom. Nerves bubble in my stomach. I want Riggs to think of me as his sexy wife. I’m afraid after our outing today, I’m going to be back to that girl he sees as too young. I wish people would leave us alone. We’re not bothering anyone. Who cares if he’s older? That doesn’t change the way life seems to fall into place when we’re together. I may be young, but I know what I want. Being with Riggs is my choice. There’s no coercion on his part needed.
I look at myself in the mirror. As hard as my heart hammers against my sternum, I expect to see it bouncing when I look in the mirror. Other than the flush of my cheeks, there’s no visible indication of how nervous I am. Good. I want him to be confident in taking what’s rightfully his, what I’m willingly giving him.
The red lacey one-piece gives me curves I don’t usually have. My petite figure looks womanly in this, helping me feel confident. I love the way the garment rides high on my hips and is cut down below my navel. It screams sexy, which is something I don’t typically feel.
I quickly brush my hair and spritz some vanilla body spray into the air and walk through the cloud. After one more look in the mirror, I open the door. Here goes nothing. . . or should I say everything?
Riggs lounges on the bed in only a pair of black boxers. There are rose petals on the bed and champagne chilling on the nightstand. Several candles glow from around the room. How long was I in the bathroom?
“Wow,” I whisper. “This is so romantic.”
He smiles. “I’m glad you like it. I want to show you how special you are to me.”
I move to the bed, crawling across it to the other side where he lies. I place my hand on his chest. His heart beats wildly beneath my palm, telling me he’s just as nervous as I am. “You’re everything.”
He frowns, shaking his head no. “I’m an asshole who has somehow landed a goddess, but I want to be worthy of you.”
It’s my turn to frown. “You’re not an asshole.”
“But I am.” He moves my hand, sitting up to face me. “I’m your mother’s age. I have no business being with you.”
“Don’t say that.” I jerk my hand out of his hold, but he intercepts it, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it.
“It’s true. You have your whole life ahead of you. I feel like I’m stealing your first love. That’s not fair of me.” The way his eyes drill into mine tells me he believes what he’s saying. Does this mean he doesn’t think we should be together?
“I thought you liked me.” I cringe when I hear how whiny I sound. The last thing I want is to showcase my youth when it’s the cause of his doubts.
“I do, baby. I more than like you.”
“I don’t understand.” I struggle to keep my breathing even as a tear slides down my cheek.
He cups my cheek, brushing evidence of my sadness away with his thumb. “I can’t be your first. Not like this. It isn’t fair to you.”
“We’re married.” I know it was a drunken whim, but I feel like fate was involved. “We belong together.”
“For now, but you and I both know once we’re back in our everyday lives, you’re going to realize this isn’t what you want. You’re going to want to enjoy your twenties without being tied down to a husband.”
“You’re wrong.” I gesture between us. “This is all I want.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He pulls me onto his lap, then rolls so I’m under him. “Let me worship you.” I close my eyes, tears leaking from my eyelids. He kisses them away. “Please don’t cry. I’m trying to protect you.”
“You’re breaking my heart,” I whisper.
He kisses down my body. “I’m breaking mine, too.”
I relent to his kisses, allowing him to taste my nipples through the silk and lace. My body is slowly overtaken by pleasure, causing me to push aside the fact that Riggs is going to leave me one day, too. Just like everyone else.
When he gets between my legs, he licks the seat of the bodysuit, sending zings throughout my body. I grip the back of his head, grinding my clit against his mouth. He knows how to work my body over better than I do.
“Riggs,” I moan. “Please.”
He slides the material aside, sucking my clit into his mouth as he presses a finger inside me. My moan catches in my throat as my legs tighten around his shoulders. The orgasm racing through my body threatens to overtake me with each thrust of his finger and swirl of his tongue.
“I need you,” I beg.
He continues to work me over, adding another finger to the mix. I writhe on the bed, doing my best Linda Blair impression. I swear my head does a 360o turn before I’m pulled over the edge.
Riggs cleans me with his tongue before moving the fabric of my lingerie back into place. He kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it makes me smile.
“That was so good,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Best. Dessert. Ever,” he teases with a smirk as he rolls off me. He pulls the covers over us as I drift off to sleep, exhausted from the best orgasm of my life.
“What about you?” I murmur, already dozing.
“Sleep. There’s time for me later.”
I’m too overcome with exhaustion to argue. “I love you.”
He sighs, but doesn’t say anything in return. If I wasn’t on the edge of sleep, I’d probably press him to say something, but I don’t. Instead, I snuggle into him, enjoying his warmth. In his arms, I’ve finally found the place I belong.