Page 53 of Married to Number 22
His gaze locks on mine and I find myself sucking in a breath.
Intense green eyes filled with swirling of emotions that I can barely track—I just know they’re big and fierce and…call to that same wealth of feelings inside me.
Then his gaze slips from mine, slowly traveling down the length of my body. It’s an almost tangible thing, the heat that travels through me as his eyes trace over me—my breasts, my torso, my waist, my hips. My thighs tremble when he reaches my ankles, my shoes and his mouth curves up.
“Like the heels, sweetheart.”
It’s a soft rumble that slides through me, tracing between my legs, flicking over my clit.
I exhale shakily. “Do you like the dress too?”
His mouth curves further.
Then he reaches forward, snagging my hand, drawing it back toward his body the same time as he steps forward, closing the distance between us. “Do you feel that?” he asks, settling it on his cock.
Hishardcock.
My fingers tighten and he groans softly.
“You like it,” I murmur.
“Yeah, Luns.” He gently peels my hand free, presses a kiss to my palm. “I like it.” A beat. “Too fucking much.”
I lift on tiptoe, brush my lips over his. “There’s no such thing.”
“It is if I drag you over to the bed, strip you naked, and show you how much I like the dress and heels.”
Heat blooms through my middle, shoots out through my limbs.
“Don’t look like that, tiny tornado.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to do just that.”
“I do,” I say, giggling softly when he groans. Then, just because I’m a glutton for punishment and maybe also because I reallyreallylike it that he wants me so badly and isn’t shy about showing it, I lift on tiptoe again and murmur in his ear, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
He groans again, hands clamping onto my hips, my name on his lips. “Behave,” he mutters a moment later. “Until later,” he adds, bending and stealing a kiss that leaves me breathless.
When I come back down to earth, he’s staring at my breasts and I realize my nipples are beaded, pressing against the thin material.
“No underwear,” he says approvingly.
And…I laugh.
Because I’m no longer worried or upset or feeling lonely.
And maybe also because,God, I really like this man.
Especially when he takes my hand, starts drawing us to the door. “Let’s go get married, my tiny tornado.”
“And now,by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife…”
My lungs spasm.
My fingers tighten around Aiden’s.
My eyes lock onto his, the emotions inside me reflected in the emerald depths of his gaze.
