Standing in the middle of the room, he watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and took off her boots.
“I am going into the bathroom to change.”
“I prefer you naked.”
“I know you do, but this is my honeymoon, and I have this sexy lingerie that I am dying to show you.”
“What’s the point? I am just going to rip it off you anyway.” He laughed when she rolled her eyes at him and stood up.
“You are spoiling it for me.”
“Okay, darling, go ahead. But if you are not out in five minutes, I am coming in to get you.”
Grabbing her overnight case, she headed into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door behind her. Shaking his head, he walked over to sit on the comfortable leather sofa to remove his boots.
He was naked and in bed when she opened the bathroom door. With his hands stacked behind his head, he watched as she made a production of removing the robe. His amused expression faded as he stared at the vision before him.
The material was so flimsy and transparent that it allowed him to see every inch of her. It was dipped low in the front and barely covered the nipples. It was also cut very high on the thighs, with barely enough material to cover anything else.
“What do you think?” She asked, bracing one hand on the doorframe.
“Come here.” He ordered thickly, his body surging to life.
“I think you should see the back.” She turned slowly, and he had to sit up, his heart hammering so loud inside his chest that he felt faint. There was practically no material at the back save for a thin string around her waist. Her taut buttocks were bare, the lines of her long, shapely legs sending fire into his loins.
“Come here, now.”
Turning around, she sent him a slow, seductive smile that raised his blood pressure by another notch.
“You witch.” He whispered as he cradled her face between his palms. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Now, why would I want to do that? Do you like it?”
Dropping his hands, he removed the covers. “What do you think?”
“I think you love it.”
“I love you.” Bracing her back against the pillows, he removed the material, his hands moving up and down her arms, tawny eyes ablaze with love. “I never dreamed that emotions like this existed,” he told her hoarsely, his hands drifting to her throat, where her pulse was beating madly.
“I meant every word of my vows. I will love you until I draw my last breath, and you will always come first.” His words, more than the touch of his hands on her body, made her melt.
“I know you will.” Lifting a hand, she cupped his jaw, her eyes bright. “As long as I live, there will never be anyone else.”
In response, he brushed his lips against hers in an incredibly gentle caress that had her trembling. “My darling bride. I had every intention of doing the whole seduction thing, but that’s shot to hell now.”
She laughed shakily, her lips parting to receive his tongue. “We have all night.”
“And all day.” He was teasing her- the tip of his tongue darting in and then tracing the lushness of her bottom lip.
“Reginald-“ She breathed out his name and turned her body toward his, her hands wandering up and down his back.
“My love?”
“I am hot and wet.”
His lean, muscular body shuddered.
“Two very acceptable combinations in the circumstances.” He murmured as he trailed a hot path down her cheek to her throat. Her body arched as he ravished the hollow of her throat before moving to the tops of her breasts.
He decided he was going to linger right here for a bit. Brushing his lips slowly against the nipple he felt when she trembled against him. A moan escaped her when he took the hard flesh into his mouth slowly, wetting it with his tongue.
Jacinth felt the heat turning into flames and could barely stand it. Her fingers bit into his skin as he increased the pressure of his lips and started to suckle – hard.
“Oh God!” She whispered frantically, her fingers making grooves in his back and then his neck. By the time he transferred to the next nipple, she was getting incoherent, her body trembling out of control.
“Now, please!”
“Not yet.” Reaching between them, he pressed his palm over her vagina and made her jump. The minute he dipped his fingers into her, she came, the climax rushing through her body like a raging storm intent on sweeping away everything in its path.
His own body was crying out for release, but he was determined to give her the utmost pleasure before taking his own. Moving down to the flat of her stomach, he nibbled at the taut skin that was still quivering in the aftermath of the climax that had practically destroyed her.
Her musky scent hit him and sent his senses reeling. Pressing his lips against her flesh, he inhaled deeply before touching his tongue to the swollen flesh. Jacinth reared up in shock, her fingers digging into his hair. She had not yet recovered from the powerful climax when he drove his tongue into her.
Arching her back, she opened her thighs wider, her body shaking feverishly.
Maddened by the scent and her taste inside his mouth, Reginald knew he would not last much longer. Climbing on top of her, he drove into her, his body shuddering as the familiar tightness enveloped him like a well-worn glove. For a minute, he could not move but just stayed there, wrapped up in her, his heart hammering inside his chest.
“You undo me.” He whispered thickly, fingers brushing back tendrils of hairs off her cheeks.
“My love, you complete me.” Bending his head, he brushed his lips against hers in an achingly sweet kiss that sent tremors trembling along her spine.
He started moving then, slowly, his lips buried in hers, tongue caressing hers as the momentum increased until he was driving into her. His hands drifted down to cup her buttocks, fingers digging into her flesh as the passion spiraled out of control.