Page 43 of Sweet Surrender
“I suppose you’ll be telling me to get to my knees again,” I said,bitterness lacing my tone as I yanked my hand out of his grasp.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Nash would be expectingsex now that we were married, but I’d been too preoccupied with coming to terms with the unexpected wedding to consider what came next.
Was this what my life would be now? Nash’s personal sex toy,making me get to my knees whenever he damn well pleased?
His lips tugged up at one side into a conceited grin as he closed thegap between us. Expecting him to tell me to do exactly that, get to my knees, and suck his cock, I didn’t know what to think when he stepped behind me, and gripped my hips, pulling my back flush against his broad chest.
“No, sweetheart, I won’t be telling you to get to your knees,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing the shell of my ear. “I’ll never order you to your knees again. In fact, the next time my cock is in your mouth, it’ll be because you willingly got to your knees andbeggedme to fuck your throat.”
His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver of lust coursingthrough me, even though I wanted to tell him there was no fucking chance of me begging him for anything, let alone that.
But when his mouth moved from my ear, and his lips began to traildown my neck laying delicate kisses, my brain short-circuited, and words were non-existent.
As Nash’s warm tongue glided over my skin, desire pooled in my core,especiallywhen his hard length pressed against my ass. I should have tried harder to stop what wasinevitablygoing to happen, protested when he leisurely peeled open the zipper holding my dress together, but I didn’t.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted Nash.
I wanted him so damn much.
Once he’d pulled the zipper down, Nash’s hands slid upthe bare skin of my back until he reached my bra clasp. He made quick work of undoing it, before pulling the strapless bra out from the dress and chucking it to one side. His hands moved to my shoulders, where he carefully tugged the sleeves of my dress down my arms.
Goosebumps erupted over my skin as it became exposed, and mynipples hardened, but it wasn’t from being cold. On the contrary, every inch of me from head to toe was on fire, and I didn’t think even a bucket of ice water would cool me down.
Taking my hand, Nash helped me step out of the dress. I kicked myshoes off, and was left standing in nothing but the white lacy panties I’d found with the shoes and makeup he’d left in our room.
I’d been in two minds about putting the lacy underwear on, notwanting to give Nash the wrong idea, but the alternative was wearing the same underwear I’d been wearing since leaving home the morning before.
For some reason, that seemed worse than wearing the sexy lingeriegifted to me by my then future husband.
Once he’d draped my dress over a chair, Nash came to stand in frontof me, his gaze roaming appreciatively over my semi-naked body. Taking another step closer, I swallowed apprehensively as he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties, and as he lowered them down my legs, he crouched down so he was eye level with my pussy.
When he lowered my panties to the floor, I stepped out of them,and my eyes widened in horror as Nash held the lacy material to his nose and inhaled deeply.
He squeezed his eyes closed, and a look of peace crossed his face. Itwasas if he’d justsmelledthe scent of a thousand roses.
My horror at witnessing him sniffing my panties changed into something else. Something thatfeltvery much like pride at how my scentcouldcause a powerful man like Nash to react in that way.
When Nash opened his eyes again, my breath hitched at the intensity now blazing in them. He threw my panties down on top of my bra before standing, and as he did, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his stare fixed on the hair covering my pussy.
My cheeks heated with embarrassment. I was usually well groomeddown there, having regular waxes to get rid of all but a thin line of hair. But in the last few months, visiting the spa was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
I’d made do with trimming it with a pair of nail scissors so it wasn’t completely out of control, yet it was nowhere near as tidy as I would have liked it to be.
“I, erm, I don’t normally have hair…” I stuttered, trailing off when Nash’ssilvery-gray orbs shot to my red face.
“You are simply exquisite, Savannah,” he said, awe in his voice. Hereached out to cup my cheek, adoration shining in his eyes. “I couldn’t give a fuck if you have no hair, or a full bush, sweetheart. Every inch of you is sheer perfection, and now I get to admire this view every fucking day.”
Once again, I lost the ability to speak. I’d never particularly felt sexy inmy body, my stomach wasn’t flat, my hips were too wide, and my ass wobbled a little too much.
Liam rarely paid me compliments, and when he did, it tended to bebecause he wanted sex. But the way Nash spoke, along with the way his eyes burned with desire, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
I feltwanted.
As Nash leaned in to kiss me, a battle commenced in my head. Iwanted to resist him,neededto resist the way he was making me feel if I eventually wanted to walk away with my freedom, but how could I when temptation felt so damn good?
Nash stepped back, holding my eye as he unhurriedly unbuttonedhis shirt, revealing his sculpted body covered in black ink of various designs.
Distracted by the swirling patterns covering his entire torso, and his muscular form, I didn’t notice his hands move to undo his pants until he slid them off, along with his boxer briefs, his erection standing long and proud.
