Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
RICCI
Iawake suddenly.
The room is dark except for the faint silver glow of the city lights filtering through the windows.
I don’t know how long I’ve been out. Hours maybe, but the moment consciousness returns, I immediately feel her.
Really feel her. Her body is warm and heavy against mine, completely relaxed in a way I could never have imagined.
Her head rests on my chest, and her blonde hair pouring across my dark skin like silk, one slender leg edging against my thigh.
Her breathing is slow and deep. The scent of her—jasmine and sex, fills my lungs with every inhale.
My arm is thrown protectively around her waist, as if I’m afraid she’ll vanish if I don’t hold on.
Making love to her turned out to be unimaginably different from my best fantasies.
I close my eyes again and replay every bit of it, letting the memories wash over me slowly and vividly.
They are so real I can almost taste her on my tongue.
The way she’d looked up at me from her knees.
Green eyes dark with desire, lips stretched around my cock, tears glistening at the corners from how deep she took me.
The soft, hungry moans she made when I filled her mouth.
Her tongue swirling and teasing. The gentle tug of her hand on my balls.
The wonderful sounds of her sucking me—slick, eager, desperate.
And when I came… the way she swallowed every last drop, moaning like she loved the taste, like she needed it.
Fuck. The memory alone makes my cock twitch.
I’m already half-hard again just from thinking about it.
The tight wet heat of her pussy. She was so eager. So fucking perfect.
I open my eyes and stare at her now, still sleeping so soundly in my arms. Her lashes rest gently on her cheeks, and her face is completely soft and unguarded.
She’s carried so much alone for so long.
My chest tightens with a fierce, protective instinct.
I swear with all of my heart to protect her.
To make sure she never has to worry again.
Never has to wonder if she’s safe. Never has to sleep with one eye open.
She’s mine now, and I’ll burn the world down before I let anything hurt her.
Just like that, I fall back asleep to the scent of her hair and skin—warm, sweet, mine.
The next morning, a slight movement wakes me up.
It’s the subtle shift of her body, the soft rustle of sheets, the faint sound of her breathing changing.
It takes me a moment to remember where I am, but when I do, everything clicks into place with perfect clarity.
Our wedding night. My wife. A slow, possessive smile tugs at my mouth.
I want this every morning for the rest of my days—waking up with her wrapped around me like this. It’s almost too good to be true.
I shut my eyes again and pretend to sleep. I can sense her watching me for a while. Then she slips from the bed, pulls on one of my robes, and pads quietly toward the bathroom.
My eyes open the second she’s out of sight.
My body is already stirring again at the thought of her naked under that robe, brushing her teeth, hair tousled from sleep and sex. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and head into the bathroom.
There she is.
One naked shoulder peeking out as she stands at the sink brushing her teeth.
The robe slips a little lower, revealing the smooth curve of her skin, and the faint red marks my mouth left on her neck last night.
She sees me in the mirror and pauses, toothbrush still in her mouth. A small, shy smile curves her lips.
I return it, my own smile slow and heated. From the floor of the bedroom comes the sound of my cell phone ringing.
“Are you in a hurry?” she asks softly.
I glance at her naked shoulder, the way the robe clings to her curves, the faint flush still on her cheeks, and I shake my head.
“Do you want to shower together?”
“Yup.”
I lead the way into the shower room and turn it on, letting the water run hot until steam fills the glass enclosure.
I step in, and the heat feels good, but my dick is so hard it hurts.
I start lathering soap over myself—slow strokes across my chest, down my arms, over my abs— knowing she’s watching.
I hear her footsteps behind me, then she joins me under the spray.
As the water pours over us, I pull her close. My hands slide over her wet skin. Hell, the ache to fuck her is incredible.