Page 203 of Forever

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said.

“That I’ve never seen you look so handsome before.”

I reached out and trailed my fingers down the fabric between her breasts. She wasn’t wearing the rings Miller gave her tonight. She was only wearing the ones from me. I knew how hard that must have been for her. Tonight she was mine, and only mine.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“All I’ve been thinking about all night is how much I want to get you out of that dress. But now that we’re standing here, I kind of want you to keep it on.”

She smiled. “So you just want to stand here staring at me in my wedding dress?”

I shook my head. “No, I want my head beneath your skirt and you screaming my name.”

Her cheeks flushed. But I knew it wasn’t from the fire.

I ran my fingers lightly across one of her rosy cheeks and brushed my thumb along her lower lip.

She bit down on my thumb.

Fuck me.I pulled my thumb out of her mouth. “God I love you.” I grabbed her ass and lifted her up.

She wrapped her thighs around my waist as my teeth sunk into her lower lip. I loved when she bit me. But I liked biting her even more.

She moaned.

I kissed her hard as I moved to my knees. I did my best not to slam her back against the carpet as I set her down in front of the fire. All I wanted to do was fuck her senseless. I knew how much she loved when I was rough with her. But I was very aware of my baby growing inside of her. And tonight wasn’t about any of that. It was about savoring every inch of her.

She tried and failed to unbutton the buttons on my vest, her fingers frantic. And I knew her thoughts had been just as sinful as mine all day.

I bunched up her skirt in my fist, pushing it up her thighs. This was way too much material. Especially when I preferred her in nothing at all.

She laughed as the fabric started to fall back into place.

Well, I did say I wanted my head beneath her skirt. I ignored the fabric and pulled off her snow boots. Andthen I leaned down and kissed the inside of her ankle. I kissed and nipped at the skin along her shin.

“Matt,” she moaned.

But I was taking my damn time. I left a trail of kisses up the inside of her knee and thigh. I stopped right at the top of her thigh and then moved to her other ankle to repeat the whole thing over again.

She groaned in frustration.

“You know what I want,” I said and kissed her calf. “I want my wife to beg me.”

“Matthew Caldwell, fuck me right now.”

I chuckled against her skin. That was not at all what was about to happen. Maybe after I made her come with my tongue and made slow love to her in front of the fire. Yeah, definitely after those two things. I kept kissing up her thigh.

She put her hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me up.

But I wasn’t hurrying the moment. I’d already told her what I was going to do. And I always made good on a promise. I’d have her screaming my name with my head beneath her skirt soon enough.

She gave up and grabbed the sides of her white silk thong to lower it.

But I pressed my fingers along the front of it to stop her. “I like this.”

“Matt!”

She’d be saying my name a lot differently in a few minutes. I bit the top of her thong and pulled it down with my teeth. After removing her garter earlier, all I wanted to do was remove all her clothes like that. I pulled it down her thighs.

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