Page 42 of Sweet Surrender
Regardless of whether I wanted to kiss him or not, my feet wererooted to the floor as Nash took a small step closer. My heart began to pound wildly as he reached up and cupped my cheek, his palm cool and soft against my heated skin.
Slowly, as if he was giving me time to back away, Nash leanedforward, his eyes never breaking away from my stare until his lips brushed delicately against mine. The second our lips touched, everything around us faded into nothingness.
It was just me and Nash.
His other hand came up to cup my other cheek, and as he did, hetilted my head back. Without permission, my mouth opened, and Nash took full advantage. His tongue swept inside, finding my tongue before dancing a slow and sensual dance, and I couldn’t help but enjoy every second of it.
My head began to swim with the intoxicating scent of Nash. He tastedexactly as I thought he would.
Sin.
Nash was one heck of a kisser. Every kiss I’d ever shared with Liampaled into insignificance with how Nash kissed me. It was as if until this moment, I’d spent my life going through the motions, but his kiss was now breathing life into me.
As he deepened our kiss with his grip on my cheeks becoming firmer,a deep longing grew between my thighs, and when my legs turned to jelly, I grabbed hold of Nash’s jacket.
His hands moved from my face to my waist, steadying me. He pulledmy hips forward, the bulge in his pants undeniable, and I’d be lying if I said knowing how hard he was didn’t make me want him all the more.
As Nash pulled away and my eyes fluttered open, realitycrashed around me, and the room returned to focus. Lust mixed with helplessness as my core throbbed with need, leaving me confused. I wanted to hate Nash; he deserved nothing but my wrath, and yet, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards him.
“So, are we celebrating?” Fox said, clapping his hands together andrubbing them as the officiant scurried away with the paperwork we’d signed.
“I’m afraid you and Sherry will have to celebrate without us,” Nashsaid, nodding to the woman who had now joined us. She was an older-looking woman, maybe in her mid-fifties, and I briefly wondered if she was Nash’s mom.
Before I could ask who she was, Nash released my hips to brush afinger over my cheek, sending a shiver through my body, which only intensified when he said the next words.
“I plan to spend some time with my wife.Alone.”
An ominous feeling had been growing in my belly from the minuteNash said he planned on spending time alone with his wife.
Me.
That feeling only deepened when he closed the door to our suite,instructing Fabien, our friendly concierge, that we were not to be disturbed for the rest of the night.
Closing the door on Fabien, Nash turned, and his heated gazeraked over my body as I stood awkwardly in my wedding dress, not knowing what the hell to do.
Was Nash thinking we were going to consummate our marriage?
Holy hell.
Did I want to consummate ourmarriage?
No.
Maybe.
Nash prowled toward me, undoing his bow tie, and discarding iton the table. My hands fidgeted nervously together, and I looked anywhere but at him, unable to stand the intense desire burning in his eyes.
Reaching me, he nudged my chin with his thumb andforefinger, bringing my eyes to his.
“You’re fucking beautiful,”he said softly. Despite repeating in my head time and time againthatI needed to not fall for his charms, I couldn’t help but bask in his words.
Nash could have had anyone in the world, yet here I was, his wife.Even if the circumstances were somewhat…peculiar.
Still cupping my chin, Nash lowered his mouth, his lips tenderlycaressing mine.Somewhere in my head, something told me to not let him kiss me again because I knew that every time I felt his mouth on me, I would lose a little part of myself to him.
“Come with me,” he said, pulling away, and taking my hand.
Dazed, I let him lead me through the enormous suite to the bedroom,but upon seeing the bed scattered with the same rose petals that had been scattered along the aisle I’d walked down, I snapped out of the daze.
