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The kiss after my birthday dinner had never really left my mind, and ever since the much too quick peck at the courthouse, it was front and center again. I leaned closer as he seemed to draw me in.
“I like the sound of it, too,” I said, letting my eyes drift shut.
A moment later, his mouth touched mine, setting a shower of fireworks ablaze in my bloodstream. The little details I still hadn’t been able to wrap my mind around yet all fell away, and everything settled into place as his tongue traced the seam of my lips, coaxing me to open up to him.
I did, eagerly. There was no telling what would happen in the future, but for the moment, everything was perfect.
Chapter 11 - Lev
Jenna’s evident nerves were the only thing holding me back from carrying her straight to the bedroom the moment we arrived at my apartment. Watching her take in my new place brought me back down to earth a bit, cementing the fact that she was really there with me. Truly mine now.
My obsession had grown to a deep, fiery need, something I didn’t think would ever be sated, but having her across the table from me in as homey an atmosphere as my featureless apartment could provide, I was somewhat satisfied.
Until she looked up at me through long, inky lashes, her eyes heavy with the desire coursing through my veins since I first laid eyes on her. The kiss I’d given her after our first date had stayed with me, and the one at the courthouse had only stoked that smoldering fire. When her lips touched mine, it was fully ablaze.
The dinner was forgotten entirely. I was only hungry for Jenna, my bride. As my tongue swept across her lips, she opened her mouth so I could taste her more fully, lifting off her seat to get closer.
One hand toppled her glass, spilling the fizzy drink onto the tablecloth. We both ignored it as I dragged her further across the table. My hand twined in her hair, tugging at the curls that fell down her back in a silky waterfall. The fire rose higher when she scampered eagerly around the table so I could pull her onto my lap. When her soft heat collided with my stiff cock, straining at my suit pants, I tightened my grip on her waist to keep her from wriggling too much.
Why wasn’t I already buried deep inside her lush little body? She was mine now; all I had to do was claim her. But I wanted her as fevered as I was, and continued to hold back.
“You taste so sweet,” I said, licking her full lower lip. Her head tipped back, eyes closed, as I kissed my way down her throat. “And you smell like strawberries and champagne.”
I licked along the edge of her top, wanting to tear through the fabric to get to more of her skin. I needed so much more. All of her, nothing less.
Tiny buttons were going down the front, but I popped three of them in my haste. As soon as I saw the lacy edge of her bra, barely containing the delicate curves of her small, ripe tits, I came undone.
“Sorry,” I said, not sorry at all, then ripped through the creamy lace.
Her even creamier skin rippled with goosebumps, and her fingers dug into my shirt. Grinding against my stiff shaft, she moaned my name. Barely holding back a growl, I drew a peachy nipple into my mouth.
“I have to have you soon, my little bride,” I said, breaking free to look up at her.
She blinked down at me with glazed eyes. A bright blush rose from where I’d just been sucking to the edges of her tousled chestnut hair. She murmured something unintelligible, then leaned back, clinging to my shirt.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, but…”
“Tell me,” I urged, eager to get back to working my way down her body with my tongue. “Tell me whatever you want.”
Her blush grew deeper. Now, she was nearly the color of an eggplant. “I want this,” she assured me. “But… I’m a virgin.”
It came out in a rush, and she closed her eyes. I looked down at her, the top of her dress half open and her bra torn in two. Her announcement only made me more ravenous for her, but I loosened my grip on her.
“I’ll slow things down,” I said, lifting her as I rose.
“No, don’t,” she said almost frantically. “I do want this. I- I even considered having an office affair with you if that’s what you wanted.”
I laughed, delighted by her openness and honesty. “Oh, that would never be enough,” I said, tracing my finger down the side of her cheek. “You had to be mine and mine alone.”
Nodding solemnly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I couldn’t wait to get ten feet across the room before I was kissing her again. Her lips were just too irresistible. So were the noises she made, threatening my promise to take this slow.
Only breaking the kiss to lay her down on my bed, I eased her dress down her body and tossed it aside. She had on a tiny thong that matched the ruined bra, all sheer lace and making me lick my lips. She shivered as I lay down beside her, stroking all that soft skin, from her shoulder to her knees and back up again.
“I can’t,” I growled, my hand moving between her legs. “I have to touch you. Taste you.”
“I want you to,” she said, reaching for my hair. “I want it so much.”
I paused with my mouth only a few inches from the lacy triangle at the crux of her thighs. “And yet you had to be forced to marry me.”
