“You may be right,” Tyler said with a chuckle as they watched McKenzie shove Byron away and then storm away. “Quite impressive she can stomp off with such elegance, and while wearing those stilt-like heels.”
“I’m done here,” Blake said.
“What?” Tyler blinked in confusion.
“I want my bride.” And that was the end of the conversation. Blake walked away from Tyler, knowing his brothers would lock the place up as they left. Justin was going with McKenzie for the night, and everything else was taken care of. It was time for him to seal Jewell to him for the rest of their lives. Once they made love, the wedding was officially complete.
There was something about this woman that made him feel like a caged animal. He had spent the better part of his years on earth as a shell of a man, not feeling the colors of life, but living in black and white instead. Jewell made him feel things and do things that he’d never wanted to feel or do before. And he actually liked being out of control, even being powerless because of this woman.
He took the stairs three at a time, and he paused at their bedroom door and took a deep breath. He hoped he wouldn’t frighten her with his eagerness. This night was theirs together — he needed to remember that.
When he pushed the door open, his heart nearly stopped when he found Jewell lying on the bed in a silken nightgown. The sound of the door made her jump, and then their eyes met and Blake felt his heart hammering out of control again.
“You take my breath away,” he gasped. He strode up to the bed and dropped to his knees, the desire to worship her overpowering him.
She sat up with her legs dangling off the bed, and she reached for him and let her fingers sift through his hair. “I was going to say the same about you,” she replied softly.
Blake couldn’t move for a few seconds. The urge to rip her nightie from her body and plunge right inside of her was so potent that he was afraid he might turn into a complete animal. He had to get himself under control.
They had made love frantically many times. Tonight was about a more perfect union, about binding them together, about joining them in a way that would ensure they never parted. He didn’t want to ruin this moment for either of them.
Instead of shredding their clothes, he tugged on her legs to bring her to the edge of the bed and he rested his head on her bare thigh, inhaling her perfume as he gently caressed her legs with his fingers. He paused to savor this moment, and then he turned his head and kissed her leg, swirling his tongue on her smooth, sweet skin.
A shudder passed through her, and Blake had to continue almost chanting to himself: go slow; remain calm. It wasn’t an easy task when such a delectable was right in front of him. “Jewell, you make me come unglued,” he whispered before standing up and backing away.
Jewell whimpered when he broke contact, and that sound went straight to his gut. He gently pushed her back up the bed and crawled over her, straddling her as she lay beneath him, her chest heaving, her eyes burning.
Blake leaned down and tenderly took her lips, caressing them, tasting them, feeling their softness with his tongue and lips. “So beautiful,” he murmured as he trailed his lips down her throat and took the strap on her nightgown with his teeth and pulled it down her arm.
When he removed the gown, leaving her bare before him, he leaned back to behold her body. “No matter how many times I see you like this, I am still awed,” he murmured.
She reached for him, a moan escaping her beautiful lips as she pulled him back onto her, cradling his clothed body with her naked one. Time disappeared as he rolled with her on the bed, kissing her, touching her, worshipping her.
When he finally stood so he could remove his own clothes, he found that his fingers were shaking. He tried to tell himself if was because he was so incredibly turned on, but this moment was taking him to a whole new place — a place he never wanted to leave.
After shedding his clothes quickly, he rejoined her on the bed and sighed at the perfection of their bodies pressing together with no barriers. He took his time kissing every inch of her beautiful skin, and then he was poised above her, but Blake found himself stopping before he entered her glorious heat.
“Every time I look at you like this, I can’t believe I’m the one who gets to lie in your arms,” he whispered.
Her eyes widened and a sheen of tears appeared. “Make love to me, Blake,” she said, bringing her hands up around him and pulling him closer to her.
He surrendered to her and sank between her trembling thighs, submerging himself deep inside her.
She clung tightly to him as he thrust in and out, her hands guiding him, his name a continual cry from her well-kissed lips. And Blake got lost in her arms, hoping to never be found again as he made love to her, slowly, tenderly, with a passion he knew he could never possibly come even close to feeling with any other woman.
Looking into her eyes, he moved in perfect sync with her, and when her thighs tightened around his waist, he felt her pleasure explode around him, and he followed her into the sweet abyss.
“Mine, Jewell — you are mine forever,” he told her as his body rested against hers, while her hands caressed the heated skin of his back.
“I’m yours right now, Blake.”
That wasn’t good enough. There were no words he could say that could possibly convey how he was feeling at this moment. It was possession, and it was passion, but it was also so much more than that. He’d never been good at putting how he felt into words, so he decided to show her in every other way that she belonged to him, and he to her.
When he knew his weight was too much for her to bear much longer, he shifted their position so she was lying on top of him now, still connected, their hearts beating in rhythm with each other. As he cradled her head against his chest, he couldn’t imagine a more perfect wedding night with the wife he had chosen.
They didn’t sleep the entire night. They made love and spoke of the future, and Blake gave her his heart, something he had never given to anyone else. He might not have been able to say the words, but he showed her in the only way he knew how.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jewell stretched out her arms and was surprised to find the bed cold next to her. She slowly opened her eyes and then smiled when she found a rose and a note lying on the pillow where Blake’s head should have been.
Good morning, beautiful. I got called in to the office to deal with an emergency. I will be home in plenty of time for our date.
Love,
Your husband.
They’d been man and wife for a month now. Thirty days and thirty even better nights. No matter how many times they made love, she still felt as if she could never get enough of this man who had so suddenly entered her life and changed it overnight.