Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
EIGHT WEEKS LATER
“I didn’t expect we’d be so clothed on our honeymoon.” He kissed her shoulder, the strap of her dress off to the side.
“Well, you’re the one that invited over twenty people on our honeymoon, and we’ll be late for dinner if we don’t leave now.”
His dad had basically reserved an entire island for them as their wedding gift. “And it was your idea to do so,” he replied with a smile before bringing his mouth higher up her long, graceful neck.
“If you give me a hickey, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” He pulled back to find her eyes in the mirror as she stood so beautifully in her flowy pink dress. She was all his, and he couldn’t be prouder.
“I’ll withhold sex from you tonight,” she said but couldn’t hide the quiver at the edges of her mouth, a mouth he wanted wrapped around his cock later.
“This dress, though.” He held her tightly against him so she could feel his arousal pressing into her, so she would know what she did to him.
He kept hold of her eyes in the mirror as his hand worked its way to the front slit of the dress and to her thigh.
“Panties or no panties?” The pad of his thumb found her sweet spot. “Mm. No panties. You’re bad.” He fingered her tight pussy, watching in the mirror as her eyes fell closed and her hands dropped forward and onto the counter. “And you’ll be soaking wet for me all night now.”
She moaned when he slid his fingers over her flesh in soft strokes, knowing what she liked.
“I’m going to be hard as a rock all night thinking about you like this,” he whispered into her ear.
“I’ll be picturing you with your eyes screwed tight, your tits swelling out of the top of this dress .
. . the want. The need. And we’ll both lose our minds while we wait for the night to end all because you don’t want to be a little late.
” He removed his hand in one fast movement and shifted away, offering her his back.
“Charlie Jackson Bennett, you better turn your ass around right now,” she hissed, and he did as he was told, then brought his hand to his mouth, which smelled like sex. “We can be a few minutes late,” she said on a sigh.
He smirked. “I was counting on that. So, how do you want me?”
“You know,” she said, her eyes darkening.
He jerked at the belt on his pants, anxious to free himself. “Take off that dress.”
She slipped the straps off her shoulders. Her hand went to the side zipper, and she allowed the dress to fall in time with his pants and boxers.
He pulled back far enough to take in her long legs and firm ass, and he couldn’t resist lightly swatting her there. He knew she loved it, craved it, by the way she slowly caught her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned.
His hands smoothed up the backs of her legs and caressed her. When he guided her forward, she braced her forearms on the counter and tilted her ass in the air.
“There’s wet, and then there’s wet,” he said as he spread the folds of her pussy to position the head of his cock there.
“You know what you do to me.” Her eyes matched his heated intensity in the mirror.
“Ditto,” he said with a smile and thrust inside of her, holding on to her to keep their bodies flush with each movement.
She groaned at the impact, and her fingertips curled into her palms, converting her hands to fists atop the counter.
Her breasts bounced as they moved as one, and her face pinched tight when he reached around between her legs with one hand and feathered his touch over her sensitive spot.
His eyes caught the wound on her abdomen, and he paused at the sight. It was still so damn hard for him to believe the love of his life had taken a bullet. And somehow, she came away from it with minimal damage. Maybe her mom really had been looking over her.
“You okay?” she whispered, and he brought his gaze to hers in the mirror.
“More than okay,” he responded in a low voice.
He lowered his mouth to her shoulder and gently bit, pulling his focus back to the moment.
“No hickeys,” she warned, her eyes lifting to the mirror, and he glimpsed her reflection, keeping his lips on her skin.
She didn’t trust him to be good, and hell, he probably had no intention to, so she twisted her neck, offering her lips instead.
They had each other. She was his person. She’d always be his person. And he’d always protect her whether she liked it or not. And maybe—just maybe, he’d consider letting her protect him, too. Never with her life, though. Only her heart.
She orgasmed, her sex clenching him hard. Her body quivering. Then he whispered into her ear as he came, “I love you, Mrs. Bennett.”