Page 31 of Crashing the Altar
We didn’t need words to communicate. Her slight nod was enough permission to have me gripping my rock-hard length, and I groaned at the surge of relief.
Penny’s eyes never left mine as she deftly unhooked the closures holding the corset together down the front. It was like all of my birthdays and Christmases rolled into one, watching the woman I loved literally unwrap herself as my greatest gift.
When she pulled the lace away from her chest, I about damn near swallowed my tongue. Her full breasts bounced free, the pink-tipped nipples making my mouth water. But it was the silver bars pierced through them that had my hips lifting off the bed, thrusting my cock into my hand.
“Fuck.”
My girl hummed as she peered at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You like them?” She didn’t wait for my response before both hands cupped her breasts, and she rolled those piercings between her fingers, head dropping back on a moan. “Because I do.”
Clearing my throat prior to replying was pointless because my voice still came out as though it had been dragged over gravel. “Yeah.”
“Good.” Her breathy voice was filled with satisfaction, and my insides coiled tighter.
When she dropped to her knees, my brows drew down. I might not have experience, but I knew this wouldn’t work if we remained on opposite ends of the room.
Then Penny rummaged through my pants, pulling out my wallet and opening it.
Cocking my head to the side, I remarked, “Doesn’t make much sense to rob me now that half of everything I own is yours.”
She ignored me, continuing to rifle through it, a look of determination etched across her features.
“Tell me what you’re lookin’ for. Maybe I can help you find it,” I offered.
“Condom,” she muttered on a frustrated breath.
My cringe was audible. “Yeah, about that . . .” Penny paused her search to peek up at me. “Don’t have one.”
A wrinkle formed between her eyebrows. “How’s that possible? Don’t all guys have one stashed for emergencies in their wallet?”
This was my moment of truth. “Sure. Guys who are having sex.”
“Guys who are having . . .” Her words trailed off, and then her mouth dropped open as my meaning sunk in. “You’re saying you haven’t . . .” Her voice rose in disbelief. “Never?”
“Never,” I confirmed.
“Oh wow.” The words rushed out on an exhale. “Were you, um, saving yourself for marriage?”
I shook my head before admitting, “No, Lucky. I was saving myself for you.”
Green eyes went comically large. “But, I was—I mean, what if I had—”
She might be struggling to put her thoughts into words, but I knew exactly what she was thinking. What if she had married Jake today insteadof me? Would I have remained celibate once the only woman I wanted to be intimate with belonged to another man? I didn’t have the answers to those questions.
“The what-ifs don’t matter anymore, Penny. Because you’re here withmenow. You’remywife.”
My rough claim brought a soft smile to her lips, and she nodded. “You’re right.” Then she took a deep breath. “All right. So, no condom.”
It might be inappropriate—I wasn’t really sure, given I’d never been in this spot with a woman before—but I asked, “You’re not on birth control?”
Penny’s cheeks turned dark red, and she dropped her eyes to the floor where her boots toed the ground. “I got off it a few weeks ago.”
“A few weeks ago,” I repeated.
It didn’t take a genius to sort out that she’d been planning on getting pregnant withhisbaby right after the wedding. Fuck, it was a miracle my hard-on didn’t die at the thought.
“Tripp.” My name came out as a desperate plea that had my body going rigid, my brain already working overtime to find ways to fix this, to set her mind at ease.
I’d meant it when I said that none of it mattered anymore now that she was with me.
