Chapter Twenty

Roman

I carry my bride up the stone steps of the lake house. She’s telling me about her new lingerie. I want to hear all about it, but she’s more giggles than talk. Her laughter makes it almost impossible for her to give me any details about her fitting.

“How much champagne did you have, Tessa?”

This brings on a renewed round of laughter. “Less than a glass, I promise.”

I walk up to the door. “Open the door. It’s unlocked.”

She does as I ask. We walk inside, and I kick the door closed. The house is lit with white candles. White rose petals have been strewn across the floor. I carry Tessa to the window and set her down. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me sweetly.

“Look at this view,” I tell her.

She turns in my arms and sighs softly. “It’s beautiful.”

Perched on a rocky escarpment, the house overlooks Westmoreland Lake below. There aren’t any lights around, but the moon hangs low in the sky. It’s full and casts a silvery glow across the water.

The scent of her skin draws me to the bare expanse of her neck. I kiss her, small biting kisses that make her squirm in my arms. She reaches up, runs her fingers through my hair.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart. When you walked up the aisle, you took my breath away.”

“You didn’t look too bad yourself,” she says, her tone soft but playful. “You’re pretty darned handsome in a tuxedo. And out of a tuxedo, of course, but I knew that already.”

“I want you out of this dress. I want to see the lacy things you have on underneath.”

She tenses, and her eyes widen. “No ripping. I want to wear this again sometime, and I don’t want you to tear it to shreds.”

“No promises,” I growl. “I haven’t touched my woman in a long time.”

She escapes my grasp and darts away with another, slightly inebriated giggle. It’s not that Tessa ever gets tipsy, but just a few sips make her amp up the sass.

She shakes her head. “Maybe I should undress myself.”

I tug my bowtie off, toss it aside and start undoing my shirt. “Get to it, then.”

“Get to it,” she says indignantly. “Listen to my silver-tongued husband. We’ve been married five and a half hours and the romance has gone right out the window.”

Her words jolt me out of my haze of lust. She’s teasing me, of course, backing away from me and practically begging me to chase her. I’d like to grab her and toss her on the bed. I’d push her skirts up, yank her panties down and fuck her in her pretty wedding dress. I stop myself from going full-on barbarian, though.

“I bought you a present, Tessa.”

The teasing glint in her eye fades. She looks at me with a sweet, almost vulnerable expression. “You didn’t have to do that, Roman. You’ve already given me so much.”

“I wanted to get you something special. I know your birthday is the beginning of September. And I know you didn’t celebrate your birthday growing up.”

She draws a trembling breath. Her eyes shine as I take the velvet box out of my pocket. I’d almost forgotten because I was so consumed with need for her.

I close the distance between us and hold out the box. She snaps it open and lets out a soft huff of surprise. The necklace sparkles in the candlelight.

“It’s beautiful, Roman. What is it?”

“It’s a sapphire. Your birthstone.”

I take the necklace out of the box, step behind her and manage, after several fumbling attempts to put it on her. She crosses the room, her skirts rustling, and stops in front of a mirror. I move behind her and look at her reflection.

The gem’s color contrasts with her pale skin. It hangs just above the swell of her breasts. It’s just as I pictured when I picked it out with a little help from Charles Braun.

“I’m going to make every birthday amazing. Over the top. For the rest of your life, Tessa.” I turn her in my arms and brush a kiss over her lips. “I’m so lucky to marry you.”

I wanted to make her happy, but she’s overwhelmed. I can tell she’s about two seconds from crying. I can’t have my bride crying on her wedding night. I smile at her. “I love you, Tessa. Maybe I should open a bottle of champagne and get you tipsy with one sip.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and rests her face against my chest. “I love you too, Roman.”

I stroke her back and kiss the top of her head. Her hair had been tidy and swept up into an elegant twist for most of the night. Now it looks a little messy, and the way small tendrils trail down her back makes me want to undo the rest of her hair and run my fingers through her sexy curls.

“I didn’t get you anything like a birthstone,” she says.

“That’s all right, sweetheart-”

“I got you icing.”

She sounds a little lost. Like her present isn’t good enough. I don’t even know what she’s talking about. Icing?

“I have everything I want right here.” I tighten my hold on her. A raw, primitive awareness comes over me. I get this when ever I think about Tessa. It’s strong, dangerous even, and I felt it even before I first laid eyes on her.

She looks up at me. “I thought it would be fun.”

“Of course.” No clue…

She moves out of my embrace and goes into the kitchen, emerging a moment later with a bag of some sort in her hands. “It’s an icing bag.” She bats her lashes.

“Icing, huh?” I can’t help smiling. “Sounds sticky.”

I recall the evening we worked at the Com Center, and that I’d told her I wanted to eat my dessert tied to the headboard. A wave of neon heat rolls down my spine and I can’t help but glance at the bed. No slats in the headboard. Well, that’s too bad.

The idea of binding her wrists over her head and having her at my mercy brings a wave of need. My cock’s instantly hard again. I adjust myself and wince. I need to sink into her sweet, tight body. Now. Right now.

“Come here, wife.” I take her hand and lead her to the bed. “It’s been too long. I can’t wait any more.” I unzip her dress and let it fall to the ground. She stands in a huge mound of lace and silk, wearing a lacy bra, panties and stockings. I stare at her. She’s so fucking gorgeous, I could seriously lose my sanity. Her bra cups her breasts. Her panties are delicate, and I remind myself not to tear them from her body. And the stockings show off her sexy as fuck legs.

“I want everything off but the stockings.” I hold up my hands, not trusting myself to undress her further. “I’ll let you take off the panties and bra.”

I take off my jacket and toss it aside. Then my shirt. I watch as she takes off her bra, but she turns so I can’t see. She adjusts her stockings and strips out of her panties, taking her sweet time while I undress. Somehow, I’m undressed before she is. Little tease.

I move to the bed and smack her ass. “You’re taking too long, baby.”

She pouts and rubs her ass. Her expression makes my lust burn along my veins. Smacking her ass along with the sassy little look she gives me is damned near too much for the last remnants of self-control that keep me from turning into a complete beast.

Her necklace sparkles in the candlelight. I’m going to cover her with jewels. Show the world she belongs to me. As I kiss her, I ease her back to the bed, claiming her smart mouth while I move over her. The scent of her arousal sends a savage jolt of lust through me.

As much as I’d like to have my cock buried in her tight little body, I can’t forget about the icing. She’s probably wondering if I can hold off. If I can keep my hunger for her in check. I can. Barely. And I don’t want her to think I don’t like her gift, even if it is a bit of a challenge.

I grab the bag from the bedside table and smile at her as I squeeze a dab of icing onto a nipple. She giggles as I lower to lick it off, but her laughter turns to a soft moan. Lying beneath me, she squirms as she whispers my name. Each flick of my tongue makes her more desperate.

I ice her other breast. She draws a sharp breath. I tease her a little longer with this little bit of icing, making her writhe with need.

“Roman,” she whispers. “Please…”

Every night leading up to the wedding, when I lay alone in bed, I obsessed over Tessa. During the day, I missed her smile and the way she made me happy just by being nearby. But at night, I’d think of other things I missed about her. Her skin. Her tits. Her pussy. I love the way she tastes, and I love how she responds when I lick her and tease her. Hearing the small mewling sounds she makes drives me wild. Hearing her scream my name is the best thing I know. I’d like to taste more of her now but can’t hold back any longer.

I need to fuck her. Now.

I run my hands along her silken thighs and coax them apart. Her gaze warms with need as she watches me intently. I settle over her and keep my eyes on hers as I tease her wet, swollen pussy with the head of my cock.

She whimpers and whispers soft words. “Roman. I want you. Now.”

With a single thrust, I take her.

She gasps, but her mouth curves into a sweet smile. “Yes…”

I lower and set my elbows on the mattress so that I can support some of my own weight. Holding myself over her like this allows me to look into her eyes. My sweet girl. I want her to know how perfect she is. How much I love her. There’s no way to show her what she means to me, but I could look at her forever, especially when I have her under me. Or on top of me.

It’s been too long since I touched her. Almost immediately I’m battling my self-control. I want to go hard, but I want to tease her too. I love when she begs me. It makes me want to tease her even more. I want to draw it out so when she falls apart, writhing beneath me, it’s that much sweeter.

“Roman…”

With a single word, just my name, she tells me what I want to know. That she’s desperate too.

I lower to whisper in her ear. “Tessa. My sweet Tessa. My wife. My everything.”

She draws a sharp breath, lifts her knees to clasp my hips. Fuck.

“Roman,” she sobs. “Please.”

I grip her hips, drive into harder, taking what’s mine. Her back bows off the bed. She digs her fingers into my shoulders as she screams my name. Fuck, yes. This is what I want. Her total submission and in return I’ll give her everything. My heart, my love, my entire life. She cries out as her pleasure surges and erupts. I follow an instant later, coming hard with the woman who owns me.

Collapsed together, our bodies entwined, we lay without moving and try to catch our breath. After we’ve recovered, I lift onto my elbow and look down at her. She lies beside me with her eyes closed, a smile on her lips. I get up from the bed and blow out the candles. When I return to the bed, I gather her into my arms.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shakes her head and her lids flutter open. “Just when you smacked me.”

I lower to kiss her lips but stop a fraction of an inch from her mouth. “Want me to kiss it better?”

“Maybe later.” She laughs softly and nestles closer to me.

Soon, we’re both asleep. With Tessa in my bed, I sleep better than I have in my life. When she was at Claire’s house, I missed her in a thousand different ways, even when I tried to sleep. Something about having her next to me. I need her right there. The next thing I know, it’s dawn.

The bedroom fills with soft rose-colored light. I watch Tessa as the sun rises, resisting the urge to caress her. Instead, I lie quietly and listen to her soft breath. The pink sunlight gives way to a golden glow bathing my wife in warm light. Her hand drifts down to her stomach. Gently, I set my hand over hers.

 

 

THE END

 

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