Page 97 of Killer Confections
I walk over, placing myself between his legs as I place my hands on his thighs and level our noses. His look turns adoring as he soaks me in, like he’s seeing me for the first time.
He brushes his nose against mine, and my eyes flutter as his close. His expression turns fervent as he languidly touches me. “I love you.So much, Loxley. I still can’t believe you’re real sometimes.”
I suck in a breath, ghosting my lips over his as our eyes connect. The ocean tide crashes with fresh soil, erasing everything that was lost to time.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I breathe against his mouth. “Please don’t let me go again.”
He shakes his head, looking pained by the thought of such a thing. “Neveragain.”
“I love you,” I profess before closing the centimeter of space between our lips. Our kiss is everything, full of sweet, slow movements, but equally possessive and binding. When Atlas’s tongue swipes against my bottom lip, I gasp, opening up for him and letting him ravage my mouth.
Our tastes dance and I feel so whole and complete here in his arms. The outside world is forgotten and everything from hours ago is nothing more than a distant, bad memory.
When we pull away, our breaths are ragged and I feel something hot and feverish licking through my veins.
“I still can’t believe you married us,” I say in breathless disbelief.
He chuckles, his hard features softening with his smile. “Well, believe it, baby. I have your ring, too.”
Oh.
“You got me a ring?” It’s probably the silliest question to ask, but I find myself excited and a little antsy to see what he picked out for me.
The first step to getting better is always admitting you have a problem. I’ll admit that I’m warming up to this marriage thing much quicker than I should be. I should be furious that Atlas did this without my permission, but it isn’t like we weren’t headed there anyway. If he asked me now, I honestly think I would have said yes.
He reaches into his pant’s pocket and fishes out a small black velvet box. I watch intently as he opens it and I’m blinded by the stunning princess cut diamond that looks like it’s worth far more than just a couple thousand. The band is elegant and encrusted with smaller diamonds that lead to the shimmering square stone on top.
I gasp, slapping the lid closed as I hold Atlas’s hands and the box between mine. “I can’t accept this! This had to be worth a fortune—”
His brow gradually lifts as I speak, effectively cutting me off as I realize he thinks I’m being ridiculous. “We’re millionaires, Short Stack. If I want to buy mywifea beautiful,expensive ring, I can. She deserves it.” I open my mouth to protest, but he shushes me again. “And she isn’t going to say no. She’s going to wear this ring while she tries on her new clothes for me. You got it?”
My heart flutters, and a slow smile spreads until it touches my ears. “It is really pretty…”
“See,” he says as he opens the box again. “Do you really like it? If not, we can look for a new one together.”
I take the ring out, awestruck by how beautiful it is. This all feels so surreal, but as I slide it on and the diamond swings to the underside of my finger, I laugh. “Yes, I like it. But I think we need to get it resized.”
He almost looks embarrassed as he runs a hand across his mouth. “Of course. I can’t believe I didn’t get your ring size right.”
I gasp jokingly, a hand flying to my mouth as I stare at him with wide eyes. “What kind of stalker does that make you?” I ask in a whisper.
He runs a hand through his hair, his lips twitching. “A piss poor one.”
I press my lips to his in a quick, chaste kiss before standing and trailing a hand over his jaw. He leans into my touch, his eyes fluttering. “I’ll be back.”
He smiles against my palm before nipping at it. “I’m going to tear whatever it is off of you, baby.”
“Hmm,” I hum hungrily. “I’m hoping.”
I saunter to the bedroom, those flames in me licking higher and brighter with every step closer. I’m already soaked, and my skin feels too taut. I’ve been waiting for this all afternoon and I can’t hold out any longer.
Being near Atlas, drinking in his smell and staring at his arms in an objectifying manner, has me shucking my clothes before the door is fully closed.
“I’m going to fucking bite him,” I say to myself as I go through my bags. Mostly everything I bought consists of jeans or cute tops. I have a new pair of heels and a dress for adate night, but there are a few things I got especially for this occasion.
I pull out the white silk robe, the fabric feeling soft as butter on my hands as I lay it out on the bed. Next is the lingerie set, a light green lace bustier with matching panties. I used to be super into lingerie sets. It was my guilty pleasure. I never wore them for anyone but myself, but this feels so intimate. Like I’m sharing something with another part of myself.
I slip into the set, appreciating the way the lace hugs my curves and accentuates my hips and bust. I give a turn in the body mirror next to the bathroom and hum in approval at the way my ass looks.
