“At first. But then everything changed because I fell in love with you.” He was supposed to be collateral damage. Until he became so much more.
“There were so many times I thought of telling you to leave without ever looking back. I knew I was no good for you.”
I’m so happy he didn’t. I would’ve been wrecked. “But you didn’t.”
“Because I’m a selfish bastard. I couldn’t let you go.”
Sin’s wrong. He was completely selfless. “A selfish bastard wouldn’t have taken a crazy-ass, near-death beating for me.”
I’m still amazed by his decision to offer himself in my place so he could keep me.
Isobel was right. I’m finally able to see his sacrifice as the beautiful show of love it was. I love him all the more for it. “Thank you, for what you did.”
“I’d do it again without a moment’s hesitation. That’s how much I love you.”
I believe him. “I love you with my heart, body, and soul.”
My favorite dimple makes its appearance. “I’m happy you love me with your heart and soul but I very much enjoy you loving me with your body.”
There hasn’t been much opportunity for any kind of loving since our wedding night. Things have been far too hectic, but I plan to remedy that now that we’re home.
“Me too. We have a lot of newlywed sexy time to catch up on.”
“Then we’d better get on it. Rodrick covered for me while I was gone but I’m the new full-time defender for The Fellowship now that I’m back. And believe me—the brothers will keep me busy with their fuck-ups.”
I suppose that means we won’t be taking a honeymoon. “I was hoping we’d have a few days to go away before you had to return to work.”
“Sorry, Bonny. There isn’t time. I resumed my place as defender as soon as my feet touched Edinburgh soil.”
He sucks air in through his teeth as his hand finds its way down between my legs. “So you see, Mrs. Breckenridge, there’s a chance I could be called away at any moment. It might be a good idea to christen our bed before the next summons pulls me away.”
I took my jeans off before getting into bed so only a thin layer of cotton shields me from his fingers. “Sounds like a very good call to me.”
He pushes me onto my back, covering me with his body, his weight pressing me into the mattress. He settles between my legs and his hand creeps down the front of my panties. His palm cups me as he glides a finger down my center. His mouth hovers over my ear and I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed being inside you.”
Inside me. Those two words are enough to make my insides seethe from the fire igniting deep in my groin.
I curl my arms under his and wrap my hands around his bare shoulders. “I bet I have some idea.”
He uses one finger to lightly stroke from top to bottom, over and over. His touch is featherlight. And maddening. “You’re killing me.”
“How so?”
He knows exactly what he’s doing. “You’re being an enormous tease.”
He flicks my clit in a downward motion using the tip of his finger. “It’s called foreplay, Bonny.”
“It should be called torture.”
“Tell me what you want me to do next.”
Oh, that’s the game we’re playing. He wants me to beg. Well, I’m not above it. “Make me come.”
He tsks against my ear. “You have to be more specific than that.”
His warm breath feels so good against my skin. “With your mouth.”
“That’s better, but still not quite what I’m looking for. Put those two phrases together and tell me again.”
He’s enjoying this a little too much. “Make me come with your mouth.”
“That, I can do.” He pushes the front of my shirt up. “But first I want this off.”
I arch upward and he pulls my shirt over my head. “That’s better.”
His lips begin at the base of my throat before moving down my body. He stops in the center of my chest and takes a detour over to my left breast. The tip of his tongue grazes the edge of my nipple, causing it to immediately harden. “You’re in complete control. I’ll do anything you want. You only have to ask.”
Knowing what I want, and admitting it out loud are two different things. I’m not sure I’m brave enough to say what I really want.
“Roll your tongue around the tip and then suck it into your mouth.” He carries out my request.
“One or both?”
“Both.”
He moves to my other breast and I grab his hand, bringing it to my free one. With my hand on top of his, I show him what I want.
When he’s finished, his mouth returns to the center of my chest and migrates downward. “Want more of this?”
“Yes.” I hear the breathlessness in my own voice.
“Then you need to tell me.”
“I want more. Please.”
He nibbles the skin on my stomach just above my panties. I know he wants to go down. And I want him to. But dammit, he isn’t budging.
He wants me to ask for it. So I will. “Please, Breck.”
“Please what?”
Saying the words is intimidating. “Take my panties off.”
“You’re getting closer.”
“Please take my panties off and make me come with your mouth.”
“Gladly.”
But he doesn’t. Instead, he buries his nose in the crotch of my underwear and sniffs. “Mmm … I could almost get off just by your smell alone.”
So close … yet so far away. It’s making me crazy.
He dips his fingers into the waist of my panties and I think he’s going to pull them down. But he surprises me again when I feel his wet tongue saturating the crotch of my panties. The wet fabric makes everything much more sensitive.
He’s definitely trying to torture me to death. No doubt. “Ohh …”
He torments me with his tongue before finally dragging my cotton undies down my legs. It’s about damn time.
He pushes my knees apart and grasps my ankles, placing them on his shoulders. I push the pillow away from beneath my head, tilt my chin in the air, and place my hand over my eyes in preparation of what’s to come next.
In the exact moment I think the anticipation may very well kill me, he drags his tongue against me in an upward motion. Just once. “You taste so good. I could do this all day.”