“Yes,” I breathe. “Always.”
His fingers slide down my waist and he cups my hip, pulling me against him so I can feel exactly how much he wants me. He kisses me then—hungry and slow, tongue sliding into my mouth like he plans to devour me one taste at a time. I melt, gripping his shirt, feeling hard muscle underneath, feeling him everywhere.
Then he deepens the kiss. Harder. Rougher. It makes my knees weaken and my brain completely empty.
Worth backs me toward the bed, our mouths never breaking apart, as if he physically can’t stand to not be touching me. His hands push into my hair, then down, then back up, mapping me greedily. I pull off his tux jacket and begin to unbutton his shirt, dragging my fingers down his torso, and he laughs against my lips before ripping it off himself and tossing it aside.
God, he’s beautiful.
All power and warmth andmine.
He makes a low sound when my hands continue to explore his chest, sliding over firm muscle, nails lightly scraping his shoulders just to hear him groan. His grip tightens on my waist.
“Careful,” he growls. “You start something, you’d better be ready to finish it.”
“That’s the plan, baby,” I whisper.
His grin turns wicked.
Worth helps me take off my wedding dress. Then, our hands are everywhere. His mouth returns to my skin like he’s starving, kissing, sucking, worshiping every inch he uncovers.
“Worth—” my voice breaks when his lips trail lower, slower, in a deliberate torture.
“Yeah. Say my name like that, pretty girl.”
I tug him back up to me, crashing my mouth against his again, rolling him with me into the mattress, both of us laughing breathlessly before drowning in each other once more.
“My wife,” he whispers against my lips. “My forever.”
Worth disappears down my body, ripping my panties off, and his mouth is on my clit within seconds. His lips suck me in, my back arching off the mattress as a loud moan escapes my lips.
“Fuck. I’m already so close.”
My husband laughs but doesn’t stop, his tongue teasing and his mouth alternating between licking, nipping, and sucking atthe sensitive nub. Every thought shatters, leaving nothing but the feel of him—overwhelming me in the best possible way.
And maybe that’s why this feels even more intense. Because the first time we got married, we never made it here. We never consummated a damn thing. We barely had a wedding night at all. One phone call in Paris and we were on the first flight back to Seattle.
Worth slides two fingers inside me, and that’s all it takes for the dam to finally break.
“Yes… yes… yes,” I gasp, the orgasm cresting hard and fast, heat flooding through me, sparks racing all the way to my fingertips.
My breathing still hasn’t settled when Worth lifts his head, his mouth slick with my cum and a wicked smile curving his lips.
“Come here,” he murmurs, voice husky and commanding in a way that curls my toes. “On your knees for me, Mrs. Miller.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
I slide off the bed slowly and kneel in front of him. His fingers thread through my hair, tender and possessive all at once, his thumb brushing my cheek.
“Open your mouth.”
I obey, resting my hands on his thighs, feeling the coiled tension beneath his skin, knowing exactly how desperately he wants me and loving that I get to be the one to unravel him. His breathing stutters when I lean closer, his hand tightening just a little, like he’s barely in control.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “So damn beautiful.”
My lips part at his crown and I slide my mouth over every glorious inch of his cock, struggling to take him in.
“Slower, Kitten. I want to feel each second of you.”