Page 70 of Electric Kiss

“Just the ones on the left. The others can stay closed.”

He felt her shudder, and then she canted her hips towards his mouth.

“Orgasmor curtains?”

“Curtains and then an orgasm, please,” she said and laughed when he grunted and rolled away.

He’d do anything she asked, and he would do that for the rest of their lives. It was madness that they had married so fast, but he felt it in his bones that she was the one for him. His parents bearing witness as well Daisy’s mum sneaking onto the island to walk her down the aisle, was all he needed as support that he was not mad and neither was she.

Nate left her warm legs to army roll off the bed, and he landed on his feet. He strode across to the curtains and flung them open. He looked across the lawn to the tree line and could see a hint of pink through the bare branches.

Nate assumed they must have slept as the sun didn’t rise until half seven in December. He walked back to the bed, put a knee on the mattress and then circled Daisy’s ankles with his hands and pulled her to the edge. The apex of her thighs brushed against his knee.

“Oh,” Daisy murmured.

She lifted her hips and brushed again. Nate could feel his knee getting damp with her arousal.

“You want to come this way? Are you sure you don’t want something else there?”

“You’ve turned me into a crazy person craving these highs.”

“I’ll be happy to deliver, Mrs Hill.”

He leaned forward, put his fists on the mattress, and covered her body with his. Then he rolled them with her on top. Nate reached over and put the lamp on so he could see her.

“You have fantastic breasts,” he said, cupping them and toying with her nipples until they hardened.

Nate looked up at the woman sitting astride him andraised his hips so she’d get the hint. She closed her eyes and dropped her hands to his cock to position him, and then she sank down. Their groans filled the room. The feeling of sliding inside his wife was nothing he had ever expected to feel. The sense of belonging so wholly to another person drove him halfway to orgasm. To know she was his forever was enough to tighten his balls and for him to drop a hand to press his thumb to her clit. She rode him painfully slowly, her eyes still closed, and now a hand cupping the breast he’d left unattended to hurry her to ecstasy. He pushed up, and she dropped down and then felt the now familiar clench around his cock that Daisy was nearly there. He grabbed her hips with both hands and stilled her movement so he could power up and take them both to oblivion. She was panting above him. Her hands were flat on his chest as she arched her back and called out.

“Nate,” she shouted.

His name called out as an expletive was all it took for him to find his release. Pulse after pulse from him. Daisy’s seemed to last minutes as he kept thrusting and keeping her in position. Once her thigh muscles relaxed, he did an ab curl to sit up and hug her to his chest, kissing her neck and whispering her name.

“This is how I want to wake up every morning,” Nate said.

“You won’t get any argument from me. I’ve never felt so at home than in your arms.”

Nate held back his sob. He felt the same way. If she was in his arms, then all was right in his world.

“I love you,” Daisy whispered as she looked out the window.

The section she was staring at was floor-to-ceiling glass with sash fastenings. Nate fell back onto the mattress, stillhugging his wife. He settled her at his side, pulled her thigh over his legs and her arm across his stomach. Nate made sure her head was on his chest, and she could see out of the window.

The morning after they were husband and wife, they watched the sunrise and the frost twinkle on the lawns. He grabbed the blankets and pulled them up so they were cocooned.

“Are you happy?” he asked as he stroked her hair back from her face and down her back.

“I’ve never been happier.”

That was good enough for him.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Daisy

The sun shone brightly that day on the quayside. Daisy was sitting on a tea chest, kicking her legs against the wooden panel and slurping her coffee. She clutched her travel cup like a lifeline, terrified that her brothers were going to show up.

She was waiting for Warren to arrive. They’d arranged to meet at the warehouse. Erica had assured her that Archer, Jason and Luke were interviewing all day for the new conference and banqueting manager.

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