Page 32 of The Engagement
And stares.
His dark eyes widen with something that looks like shock, and maybe a little bit of lust.
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently. “Erin.” He holds out his hand. “You look stunning.”
If the heat I feel in my cheeks is anything to go by, I’m blushing furiously. I must be, because he smiles at me.
Mack pulls me close and wraps me in his arms. “You look so beautiful.” And then he cups my face in his big hands and leans in to give me the sweetest kiss. Tears spring to my eyes.
“Hey, no tears,” he says. “Tonight is a celebration.”
While I was in the bathroom for God knows how long, Mack got the room ready for us. The lights are turned down low. The comforter and sheets are pulled down invitingly. The drapes over the balcony doors are still open, giving us a view of the starry night sky over the lake.
Everything is perfect.
Mack sweeps me up into his arms and carries me to the bed, where he lays me down. “I meant what I said, Erin. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I’m the luckiest man in the world because you’remine.” He leans down to kiss me. “And I’myours.”
“You got yourself a high-maintenance wife,” I say, stating the obvious. He was kind enough not to mention that.
Mack’s expression grows serious. “No, you’re not. You’re perfect.” He crawls onto the bed, on his hands and knees as he looms over me.
I reach up to cradle his face in my hands. “My husband.” I sigh, loving the feel of those words on my lips.
“My wife.” He leans down to kiss my forehead, then each closed eyelid, the tip of my nose, and my lips. “I hope you’re not in a hurry tonight because I want to take my time and worship every inch of you.”
Mack isn’t kidding when he saysevery inch. He kisses his way down my throat to my collar bones. Then his mouth travels lower, to the tops of my breasts peeking above the lingerie. He really is taking his time because he doesn’t try to undress me—yet.
“This really is pretty,” he says as he runs a fingertip along the neckline of my top.
The feel of his finger lightly stroking my skin gives me tingles. He brushes one cup back, exposing my left breast. After looking his fill, he draws my nipple into his warm, wet mouth and suckles. Electricity courses through me, settling low in my core. My belly quivers, and I can feel heat pooling between my legs.
He gives my right breast the same unhurried treatment, and then he kisses his way down my torso until he reaches the hemline of my top. He pushes it up, revealing my belly and uncovering my ridiculously skimpy panties.
“I wholeheartedly approve of these,” he murmurs as he runs his tongue along the waistband. He peers up at me and smiles when he sees I’m watching him.
I gasp when I feel his finger press against the narrow gusset of my underwear. “Are you wet for me?”
Swallowing with excited anticipation, I nod.
“Good.” His fingers untie the ribbons holding my camisole together.
The silky lace fabric falls away, baring my breasts and belly. I shiver, but not because I’m cold. But rather because Mack is eating me up with his eyes.
He presses his nose to my panties and breathes in, groaning loudly. Then he slips my panties down past my hips, down my legs, and tosses them aside.
“Don’t lose those,” I say. “I might want to wear this again.”
“Trust me, they’re not going anywhere.”
Mack opens my legs wide enough to make room for his broad shoulders and chest to fit between them. He glances up at me once, probably checking to make sure I’m still on board with this, and when it’s clear I am, he slides his shoulders beneath my thighs, raising and opening my legs even more.
When his tongue strokes my clit, I arch my back off the mattress, crying out in surprise. No matter how many times he does this, it always shocks me—in a good way.
The rest blurs together because my body is swamped with pleasure. My nerve endings are singing, my clit is throbbing. He uses his tongue and his fingers to touch and stroke and tease. Soon, I’m panting as I try to catch my breath. I clutch the sheet beneath me. “Mack!”
My orgasm takes me by surprise as electricity shoots through me. My limbs stiffen as pleasure swamps me. I can feel a deliciousness flowing from between my legs all the way up to my aching breasts.
When Mack shoots up to align our mouths for a deep, soul searching kiss, I taste myself on his lips. With one hand, he works his boxers down and off his legs, tossing them wherever he tossed my panties.
