16. Katie
KATIE
M y body heats as I lean into the strength of his. Closing my eyes, I transport myself back to the night at the bar, in his truck. My insides tremble as his big, rough hands run along the bare skin of my back. Inhaling deeply, I tilt my head against his chest. His lips come down, dropping a kiss onto my shoulder. The heat of his mouth on my flesh is enough to make my knees weak.
With a sweep, his hands move from my back to the front, cupping both my breasts, still covered with the material of my dress.
“Trace,” I hiss, pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth. My nipples punch against the lace of my bra, the agitation causing an ache between my legs.
“Yeah?” He noses my hair out of the way, clamping onto my neck.
“Feels good,” I sigh, trying to keep my feet underneath me. At the same time, I want to cuddle my ass against his erection and press my tits into his palms.
Long fingers curl around the edges of my breasts. The pressure I feel up top hangs low in my pussy too.
“Help me put this fire out,” I beg.
A dark chuckle in my ear sends goosebumps up and down my arms. “Don’t expect me to take it easy on you.”
Turning my mouth into his, I seek out his lips after telling him my own truth. I want him to take me the way he wants to, the way he needs to. If it can be like it was between us at the bar, I can survive this.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Our lips meet, tongues clash in a battle of wills that I imagine will be the name of our marriage. He owns this kiss and I let him. With someone else, I might not have bent to their will, but there’s something about this man I’ve been promised to…
Maybe I shouldn’t trust him, shouldn’t want to be the person he longs to see at the end of the day, probably shouldn’t give him enough power to hurt me, but I want it. I want to be the one who makes his eyes light up. The one who makes him smile. The one who makes him hard in the middle of the night.
The fact I shouldn’t? It makes me want to do all of it more.
Yanking his lips from mine, he growls with frustration as his fingers tangle in the lace of the dress. The button pops, the zipper gives way, along with a sigh of relief from both of us.
“Help me get this off.”
Together we work to get it off. Like a gentleman, he holds his hand out to help me step out of the puddle of fabric at my feet. I’m left standing before him in nothing more than a strapless bra, and a thong. Not letting go of my hand, he raises our arms, and then spins me around in a circle.
I’ve never been put on display like this before, and instead of bowing my head at his appraisal, I steady my chin and meet his gaze dead on. There’s a power in the way his eyes have darkened and clouded over with arousal. I thrive on it; wanting nothing more than to see it there all the time.
“Let me look at you,” he whispers as he makes a circle around me. He holds his hand over his mouth, before rubbing the bottom of his chin. The scruff of his beard is the only noise in the room besides the beating of my heart in my ears. “You’re a gorgeous woman and I’m an amazingly lucky man. I know this has been rough on you, but never doubt for one second how much I want you.”
My eyes trail down to where his cock is pressed against the zipper of his dress pants. The way he wants me is obscene, and I love every fucking moment of it.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I swivel my head so I can follow his movements.
“Yeah?” He grins, a slight indentation I’ve never noticed before suggests a dimple on the right side of his face.
“Yeah,” I affirm, before coming to face him again.
Our eyes meet in the muted light of the room. He winks as he takes off the suit jacket, throwing it over to the side. His eyebrow raises when he catches my gaze traveling down his chest.
“Wanna come help me take it off?”
I don’t trust my voice right now; instead of speaking, I nod eagerly. Stepping forward on my bare feet, I sway slightly as the tip gets caught in the carpet of the rug covering the hardwood floor. He reaches out, grabbing hold of my upper arms, allowing me to steady myself.
“I’d let you take those off, but I have a clear picture of me fucking you from behind with them on. I’m not prepared to let go of the fantasy until I do it,” he growls.
Swallowing roughly, a smirk works its way across my face. “Sounds good to me.”
Shaking hands slide up his chest, pressing against the soft material of his shirt. When I encounter the first button, I easily slide it through the hole and move onto the next. As I get further down the row, sweat pops on my brow, and my heart rate increases exponentially.
He’s feeling the same tension if the way his fists are clenched is any indication. Dropping his head down, he lifts those arms up, unclenches the fists and spreads his palms along my jaw. Tilting my face up to his, he presses our lips together. This kiss is slightly sweeter than the one before, but it’s on this side of out of control, too. Tugging the tails of his shirt out of his dress pants, I finally get it completely off, trailing my fingernails through the light dusting of hair on his stomach. He groans deep in his throat, abandoning my face to move his palms down to my ass. Cupping the flesh, he lifts me up, hooking my legs around his waist.
I give myself over to him as he walks us across the room. I expect to be thrown on the bed, rather than gently placed. Just another one of the surprises about the man I married. He leans down, pressing elbows into the mattress. He hovers so long, I lift my head up, connecting our lips together. He pulls away before they can touch, a smirk snaking across his face. His abs ripple as he uses those muscles to stand up straight.
“Uh uh, not yet.”
His long fingers go to the waistband around his hips. My eyes follow as he toys with the button.
“Just do it,” I groan.
A wicked grin darkens his features when he does what I ask. The pants and boxer briefs come down together, and he’s finally naked to my eyes. When we were in the truck, I wasn’t able to appreciate the amount of muscles he has. Given the way he’s looking at me, I think it’s the same for him.
Before I can do anything, he reaches down, grabs my arms, and flips me over. Because of the heels I’m still wearing, I’m able to touch the floor, sticking my ass out toward him. He bends, nosing along my back as he kisses and nips at the flesh.
“You’re enough to make me forget everything I should be thinking about,” he breathes heavily, running a hand from the top of my shoulder down my back, and stopping at the material of my thong. With his fingers, he toys with the string. “Spread out right here for my taking, do you like that?”
I whimper as he twists the string around his wrist.
“I do. I want to be everything you need. I want you to take me however you need to,” I admit, burying my face in the duvet.
“You like me needing you?” he questions, sticking a foot between my legs, spreading them further.
“Yes,” I moan when his free hand moves down, in between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re wet, Katie. Do you get like this for others, or is this all for me?”
My body shakes as his fingertip teases my swollen clit.
“No,” I admit, arching so that I’m as close to him as I can be. “I’ve never responded to anyone else the way I respond to you.”
He growls in the back of his throat.
“First we have to decide a couple of things. Are we using protection?”
“Yes.” Without a doubt, I don’t want to complicate things within the first few weeks of us being together.
“Babies will have to come later, Katie,” he reminds me, while he slowly runs his finger along my slit.
“We can’t bring one into the middle of whatever the hell we have going on,” I hiss as he slowly pushes his finger inside my body. “Let’s get a plan together, and then we can think of children. I know that’s part of the deal, so to speak, but we need to protect not only ourselves, but them as well.”
“Okay.” He leaves me, my body sagging against the sheets.
My hearing is attuned to everything he does. The sound of him opening a drawer, and then the crinkle of the packet is almost as arousing as his hands on my body. I’m alert, my nipples stiffening against the duvet, my pussy pulsing at the emptiness, when it wants to be filled, dying for him to come back and take the ache away.
I sense him before I feel him. The heat of his body flows in waves toward me. When he touches me, I melt into it, giving myself freely over to him. Slowly, he slides in, and when he’s seated, I turn my head from the bed.
“Thought you were gonna go after me hard.”
“Fuckin’ smart mouth…”
When he withdraws, he slides back in, this time harder. Doing as he promised earlier. Grasping the fabric of the cover in my fingers, I hang on as he presses in and out of my body. Tilting my forehead, I give myself enough room to breathe, before a hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. Sucking in air, I close my eyes and allow myself to be surrounded by the man owning me from behind. The way his stomach moves against my back as he slides in and out is mesmerizing. Weaving a spell around me, he takes his free hand and sneaks it under my pelvis, rubbing against my clit as he works me from behind.
“Yes…” I hiss, taking in gulps of air as I try to breathe through his invasion. “Don’t stop,” I beg.
“Not until you break apart for me.” The darkness in his voice is everything I need, all I’ve wanted.
“Keep going,” I let go of the blanket with one hand and bow my body upward, so I can reach around and grab at him with my free hand. I need to feel him, to have a connection.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s flipped me over onto my back and those dark eyes are looking deeply into mine. Hooking my legs around his waist, I dig my heels into his back, arching so that every part of me that can touch him, does touch him.
Leaning down, he licks at my nipples before tugging with his teeth before thrusting in deep and holding. “Oh my God,” the words are ripped from my throat. Fingers dig deep into his hair, holding on tight as I start to come against him.
Pulling his mouth from my tits, I force him to look at me as I reach the peak. His face is pure masculinity, his jaw clenched as he pulls out and thrusts back in, tilting his hips into mine. “Fuck yes…”
Those eyes darken and the face falls slack. There’s the look. The one I wanna see for the rest of my life. The one that shows there’s a man behind the mask. One that has the capability of giving me everything I want.