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His eyes stayed locked on mine as he carried me through the kitchen, down the hallway, and into our bedroom.
“Mine,” he groaned as his lips found mine and he kicked the bedroom door shut.
CHAPTER9
BARTHOLOMEW
With my arms full of voluptuous woman, I entered our bedroom and kicked the door shut. With my lips on hers, I turned us both to the closed door, pressing her against it.
“Christ, Delilah, do you have any idea how badly I want you?” I murmured against her lips. My hips thrust against hers, letting her feel my arousal. My hands, filled with the fullness of her thighs, pulled her tighter against me. Fuck, I was on fire for this woman, and she had absolutely no idea.
“Can you feel how badly I want you?” I nearly growled, moving my kisses from her lips and toward the shell of her ear as she clung to me. Her legs, still wrapped around my waist, tightened around me, pulling me in closer. I could feel her heat through her hiked up dress and wanted nothing more than to plunge into her silken depths until I forgot time itself.
“Ollie,” she shuddered on a gasp of air before I claimed her lips once more. My hands tilted her hips to rock against me, putting pressure where I knew her little clit would be. “Oh God,” she whimpered.
That one whimper stopped me. I wanted this. Christ Almighty, and the thousand other gods known to man all combined, how I wanted this. But I wanted more. They had already forced us to consummate this sham of a marriage in the worst conditions possible. That was her introduction to the carnal pleasure of the flesh, and I would be damned if her second go at it was nothing more than a quickie against the wall.
I slowed my kisses, letting my hips still grind against her. Time to take it down a notch. Time to show this goddess what pleasure really was.
I let her slide down my body slowly. Christ, her body felt incredible against mine. She was soft and supple and one hundred percent woman.
“Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are?” I murmured against her lips, giving her a moment to steady herself before I released her. Her response was nothing more than a scoff. “Hey, none of that. I mean it. You are incredibly sexy.”
“I don’t even know how to respond to that,” she muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Let’s start with honesty. Tell me how you’re feeling?” I wanted her to feel comfortable. I wanted her to find calmness in this room, in this space with me, in this manner.
“What I’m feeling? I feel out of my element. I feel nervous. I feel…” she trailed off with a frustrated sigh. “I feel like I don’t want to think anymore, and I just want to feel what you made me feel in the kitchen.”
Her bravery in that moment fueled me, set my heart to racing and set my pulse pounding.
“I think I can do that,” I promised. I let my fingertips run over the outside of her arms softly, smirking at the way goosebumps erupted over her skin in response. “Just know that I will not be able to stop talking about how incredible I think you are. How your body turns me on. How your kiss makes my pulse race.”
I let my words sink into her as my touch continued from her arms to her waist and down over her hips. God, those curves were incredible.
“Your curves here, right here at your hips, were obviously designed by God himself,” I murmured in awe, tracing that spot up and down.
“We were all designed by God, silly,” she scoffed with a smile. I shrugged off the comment. That was a conversation for another day.
“Well, right now, I’m much more interested in worshiping the Goddess before me rather than the God we learn of at Zion.” I wanted nothing more than to spend the next six hours worshiping her body. So much so that she would forget every negative word ever spoken to her about that voluptuous body of hers and believe me when I called her goddess.
My fingers moved back up her body, finding the collar of her dress. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her lips. I put pressure on one of her shoulders carefully.
“Turn around for me, beautiful,” I coaxed, helping her to turn around. Her back to me, I moved her hair over to one shoulder. Her hair was long, moving down her shoulders and upper back in beautiful golden blonde waves. “I have wanted to kiss this spot on you for two straight days now.”
I lowered my head to the back of her neck, pressing a kiss right there on her spine. She trembled under the touch, her soft gasp music to my ears.
“A little sensitive right there, love?” I murmured, teasing her. She nodded as I turned her back around to face me. “As much as I want to keep kissing that very spot right there, I want you comfortable before anything goes further, so here’s what I want to do. I want you to undress me.”
I grasped each of her hands in mine, bringing them to the tops of my shoulders. I could feel the hesitancy and nerves emanating from each breath she took.
“I know you’re nervous, and that’s okay. Just remember that this is a safe place.” I took one of her hands and brought it to my chest, just above my heart. “Remember that I am a safe place.”
“You may have to help me,” she admitted, biting her lower lip as she looked up at me through her thick lashes.
“Gladly,” I answered honestly. “I want to be the one who gets naked first.”
“Is that because you think it will make me more comfortable, or because you just like being naked?” she chuckled. I felt my soul spark at the sound of her laughter. That fire. That was what I wanted from her. I wanted to coax it from her, pull it out of her, until she was nothing but her true self with me.
