Chapter 9
Nine
Rebekah
I’ve never been so nervous in my life. As I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I take deep breaths. I’ve already used the toilet, brushed my teeth, and combed through my hair. The bow is on the counter.
Now what? Does Adam expect me to take off my clothes and be waiting for him? I feel so inadequate. I don’t want to do anything wrong. And I’m panicking.
There’s no putting off the inevitable, though. I’ve never been a wimp. So I pull my shoulders back and open the door.
Adam is sitting on the edge of the bed. He has removed his shirt. Actually, he has taken off everything but his pants. He is so incredibly mouthwatering. I almost don’t care what happens next. I’m fortunate it’s going to be with him.
Any dreams I’ve ever had of getting married featured this man in front of me now. I never imagined I would see him again. I thought he was long gone. I had no idea his family still owned this land or had any interest in it. I wouldn’t have blamed the six brothers if they’d never returned.
When I first realized someone was over here working and snuck closer to get a look, I still wasn’t sure, but finally, the Gallants showed up one by one. My imagination got away from me. Silly, ridiculous thoughts of being Adam’s wife. Why would he even look twice at someone like me?
But here he is. This morning, he found me tied to a chair in his kitchen, looking like a homeless mountain girl. Then he swept me off my feet and married me before the end of the day. I won’t ask him why again. I’ll just count my blessings.
What I need to do is be the woman he married, and that means being brave and doing my duties as a wife. I can be nervous on the inside, but I need to stand tall and hold his gaze.
I can’t keep from wringing my fingers together as I shuffle toward him. I removed my shoes, so I’m barefoot, but I’m still wearing Mama’s wedding dress.
Adam holds out a hand, which gives me the strength to rush over to him. He parts his knees so I can stand between them. His palms come to my face. We’re nearly eye-to-eye, even with him sitting on the bed. “Listen to me, sweetheart.”
I swallow.
“We will never do anything you’re not comfortable with.
Not tonight or any other night. There is no rule that says we have to have sex tonight.
It doesn’t make us any less married. No one will ever know when we have sex.
It’s none of their business. I want you in my bed because I need to hold you and know that you’re safe. We’ll play the rest by ear, okay?”
I nod shakily.
He leans closer. “I mean it. You will always be the most important person in my life. I never want to do anything to upset you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. I think I’d rather just get it over with. Otherwise, I’ll fret about what it will be like until we do it.
“That being said, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take this dress off you and kiss every inch of your body.”
I shudder. Kiss my body?
He smiles. “I promise you’ll enjoy it. If you don’t, I’ll stop.”
My heart is racing. I don’t know what exactly he intends to do, but I want to find out. Instead of a verbal response, I lift the dress over my head and toss it to the floor.
Adam swallows hard as he reaches out to stroke my biceps with his fingers. “Your skin is so smooth and creamy. Gorgeous.” My body tingles as he turns me around. He nibbles from one shoulder to the other before unhooking my bra.
I whimper as it joins my dress on the floor. No one besides my mother and my sister has ever seen me naked. It’s a strange experience. I’m slightly out of my body.
Adam hooks his fingers into my panties and lowers them next, and then smooths his hands from my thighs to my waist to my chest. His fingers graze the sides of my breasts, making me sway.
Something is happening that I don’t really understand. I feel out of control, and I want him to touch me, touch my nipples.
As if he’s reading my mind, his hands ease around to cup my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples.
I gasp, my body arching at the contact. Electricity pulses through me. It’s powerful. My knees are weak.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my ear. “Stunningly gorgeous.” He shifts his hands to my hips and lifts me while he stands.
Before I know it, I’m lying on the bed, and he’s staring down at me. His gaze is intense. Hungry.
I’m panting while he removes his pants, leaving him in a pair of red-and-black plaid boxers. He seems even larger as he climbs over me, straddling me, not touching me anywhere. He lets his gaze roam up and down my body until I’m desperate for him to touch me.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. “My god. All mine.” He bends his elbows and lowers his lips to mine, giving me the barest of kisses.
When he pulls back, having teased my lips, I whimper, “More.”
He smiles. “Soon, sweetheart. I need to kiss more of you.” He shuffles down a few inches and lowers his lips to one of my nipples. I nearly shoot off the bed when he grazes it.
I don’t know what to do with my hands, but I set them on his head, threading my fingers in the short hair at his temples. “Adam…”
He kisses my other nipple. “Perfection. Prettiest nipples ever. So pink and ripe. One day, they will be larger and thicker. Your breasts will be filled with milk, and I’m going to love watching you nurse our babies.”
My breath hitches. He scrambles my brain. His words are both soft and dirty at the same time. My breasts feel heavy from the suggestion that they will fill with milk. I’ve never thought about that. I guess they will.
He nibbles a path to my flat stomach. “One day, your belly will be round with our child. I’m going to love watching you change as our babies grow inside you.”
Butterflies take flight in my tummy, and I find myself squeezing my knees together. There’s an odd pressure lower in my belly and a pulsing between my legs. I’m shaking, hoping he doesn’t realize what’s happening to me. I don’t understand. I feel like I’m going to come apart.
He continues kissing toward my private parts. His head shifts to one side to kiss my thigh, then the other, then he drags his nose between them.
I clench my knees tighter. “Adam…” What is he doing to me?
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel good. I promise I’m only going to use my mouth this time.”
“What…? How…?”
He rises onto his knees and lifts one to nudge it between mine.
I part my legs for him, even though I’m so confused and nearly dizzy with sensations I can’t explain. “Adam… Something… I don’t…” I can’t finish a thought as I widen farther so he can fit both legs between mine.
Breathing heavily, I arch my chest. I’m so exposed, and it’s hard to watch him looking at me like he wants to devour me.
“Fuck, you’re pretty, Rebekah. Every inch of you. I’m going to kiss your pussy now. Have you ever touched yourself there, sweetheart? Have you ever played with your little clit or made yourself come?”
I don’t even know what his words mean. “I…” I lick my lips. “I don’t think so,” I whisper, feeling dumb.
He smiles and lowers his head until he’s nuzzling my private parts.
I gasp when his nose touches me in a spot that feels so good. How did I not know that? He flicks his tongue over it next, so fast that I can’t think. My eyes roll back. It’s too intense. I squirm because I’m so embarrassed. I’m out of control.
Adam grips my inner thighs, covers that bundle of nerves with his mouth, and sucks.
I cry out. What’s happening to me?
He holds that strange nub hostage, licking it again until I can think about nothing but how good it feels. It’s like I’m climbing or floating upward. I’m going to break apart in the atmosphere.
His tongue suddenly thrusts into my vagina. At least, I think so. My mother taught me a few things about my body, but not whatever he’s doing to the little nub above my entrance.
“Adam…” My voice cracks. I can’t fight him. I don’t want to. I hold his head with both hands, but I realize I’m pushing him against my core. I don’t want him to stop. Whatever he’s doing is heavenly.
He tips my hips a bit, and the new angle sends me flying higher. I need… I don’t know what, just that I need…
Suddenly, it’s like I reach some sort of precipice. I hover in this odd, blissful location, unable to breathe until I seem to tip over the other side. I’m falling, and my body is convulsing as waves of pleasure consume me.
When it’s over, he kisses me in that most private location before wiping his lips on the sheets and climbing up my body. Propped on his elbows, he smiles at me. “Fuck, that was sexy, sweetheart.”
“What…” I can’t find my voice.
“You just had your first orgasm. You came against my mouth. How did it feel?”
I sigh, unable to keep from grinning as I go totally limp. “It was so nice,” I murmur.
“Oh, I think we can do better than nice. I’ll have to try again.”
I jerk my arms up to grab his biceps. “Not now. I’ll die.”
He chuckles. “I don’t think anyone has ever passed away from an orgasm, but I’ll wait a few minutes until you catch your breath before I do it again.”
He kisses my nipples again, making me crave more of what he’s offering. When he lifts his head, he asks, “How much do you know about sex, sweetheart?”
I turn my face away and purse my lips. There’s no way I can talk to him about this. It’s too embarrassing.
He bends to kiss my neck. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed. We won’t have secrets between us. I want you to be informed. I’m thrilled you’re so responsive to me, but it was obvious you were shocked. No one told you about female orgasms, did they?”
I shake my head. My face is on fire.
“But you know how babies are made, right?”
I swallow hard and nod.
“How?”
I jerk my gaze to him, my eyes wide. “I’m not going to spell it out.”