I can't believe I said that. It's not like me to be so bold. Actually-- I ponder my thought as Nathan's lips meet mine-- I guess I don't really know if it's like me or not. I haven't had an opportunity to be this sort of bold in a long time.

Wrapping my arms around Nathan's neck and letting him carry me down the hall to his room without breaking our kiss, I decide it is like me. I like the idea of being the sort of woman who speaks up for what she wants when she wants it. Even when what she wants is decidedly on the naughty side.

It's hard to believe I've been here for less than a full day. We never got around to the full tour of the house earlier. My first glance at Nathan's room doesn't make much of an impression.

Maybe that's because neither of us bother turning on a light as we crash through the doorway as one. Or maybe it's because I tend to keep my eyes closed when a man is kissing me. Or maybe it's because when I do open my eyes, the only thing I look at is Nathan.

We lay down on the bed together, this time it's with more care and less frantic crash than before. I move into the middle of the bed so that my feet aren't hanging off the edge and Nathan joins me, our shoes landing on the floor in a series of soft thuds on the way.

The house is so quiet. I can hear crickets chirping outside through the open window. Beside that, the only sounds I can hear over the wild beating of my own heart are the soft moans I make as Nathan's mouth makes its way down my throat to my breasts.

His hands move over my body, making their way down to the button on my pants. My clothes don't impede his progress and somewhere between my sharp cry and arched back when Nathan's teeth pinch my nipple, he has my pants undone and pushed down my hips as his fingers slide under the silky panel that's standing between him and what he's after.

With a wiggle of my hips and a little help from Nathan's other hand, we manage to get my pants out of the way and onto the floor. As soon as they hit the carpet with a soft rustling sound, Nathan's hands move up my thighs and trace the crease where they meet. My back arches again as his breath lands hot against the wetness there.

Impatient fingers tug at my panties, pulling them free of my body and tossing them somewhere near the pile on the floor made up of all the other clothes we don't need right now. Then his hands push my thighs wide and I feel his mouth on me with nothing left between us.

Nathan's tongue glides through my folds, teasing my clit till I have one hand clutching at the sheets above my head and the other fisted in his hair.

I don't realize how tightly my fingers are wound in his hair till the room stops spinning and I manage to remember how to open my eyes and breathe at the same time again.

My grip loosens and Nathan takes his chance to kiss his way back up my stomach, stopping to pay attention to each nipple on his journey. His lips lock, soft but firm, over first one and then the other until both buds are hardened again while I writhe beneath him in an attempt to coax him inside me.

"Keep doing that and I'm likely to give in."

The words are a muffled vibration at the base of my throat and they do absolutely nothing to stop me from squirming till I feel the head of his cock pressed into my slick folds.

Nathan groans as he moves his hips, sliding his hard length along my seam, drawing out the sweet torture till I can't take it anymore.

"Please." It takes so much effort to drag the word from my lungs.

His mouth seizes mine in a hungry kiss but that's not the answer I want.

My hips tilt, my body on fire, my thoughts nothing but a blur of need and want as my fingers grip his waist while he finally enters me.

Inch by inch, Nathan slowly sinks into me. He's so thick I can feel my walls being pushed open as he fills me.

I gasp when he's all the way in, my fingers tightening in his sides, grateful that he pauses to let me catch my breath.

Maybe I say something. All my ears hear is the sound of my blood rushing through my veins and my ragged gasping for air between my moans, but somewhere through the fog of the here and now my brain seems to register something resembling words.

For a second, Nathan's eyes meet mine in the dim light leaking in from the hallway. His mouth drops open like he's about to say something but I don't want to talk.

Sliding my hands up his back, I grip his shoulders and I hear Nathan grind out a coarse, "Fuck, you feel good," as he begins thrusting.

At first his movements are slowly and rhythmic and moving with him is like a languid slow dance that I never want to end. But soon I feel the urgency building somewhere deep inside me and I'm the one setting the pace.

Nathan's thrusts speed up to match my movements and then I'm lost. Tumbling through nothingness with only the sound of Nathan's breathing to guide me back from the void before I feel his arms tighten around me. One deep thrust and he freezes in place. I can feel him swell momentarily, and then he fills me with heat as he pours deep inside me.

It takes us both a minute to recover enough to even find the energy to collapse beside each other.

Nathan pulls me into his arms and rolls me to my side, giving me no choice but to lay my head against his chest. The sound of his heart still beating wildly at first before it starts to settle into a slow, steady rhythm beneath my head.

"You're an amazing woman, Mrs. Henries-Rowe," he murmurs against my hair before planting a couple of firm but gentle kisses on the top of my head.

I can't help but smile at the way he insists on using my full name so often. When we first met, I was worried my married name would be a bitter reminder to him that he was getting a second-hand bride. Instead, it's become a sweet endearment that makes me feel like he respects my history.

It only makes it easier to fall in love with this man.

That's what I'm thinking as I drift off to sleep in the arms of my future husband for the first time.