Page 8 of Rowdy Prince
Luis
When we pull up outside the cabin, it’s late and the world around us is quiet. We get out of Tara’s car and I take her hand as we look at the shadowed structure before us, my heart pounds with anticipation, and I imagine hers is doing the same.
“Is it just like you remember it?” Tara asks.
I give her hand a squeeze. “It’s better.”
She smiles then I tug her arm gently and lead her to the front door. “Is the key still in the flowerpot?”
“Sure is.”
I release her hand and retrieve the key, unlocking the door and flipping on the light to illuminate the inside of the house. My amassed memories of this place hit me full force and I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Tara makes a move to step inside, but I stop her by placing my hands on her hips. “Wait. There’s something I need to say first.”
“What’s that?” She smiles up at me, and her gaze and expression is so full of trust and love. I lift my hand and brush my fingers along her cheek.
“If I had my way, I’d marry you before we did this. But since we can’t do that in the traditional sense, I wanted to know if you’d marry me with your heart.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “In my heart, I’ll marry you, and I’ll stay married to you. I’ve never been interested in anyone else.”
I lift my other hand and cradle her face, leaning down so that my forehead rests against hers. “It’s the same for me. When I take you inside and we exchange our precious gifts, I’ll make you mine. In return, my heart, mind and body will be yours. I will never take another.”
“But aren’t you expected to—”
I place my thumb against her lips to silence her words. I don’t want to hear them. “I won’t be taking a queen, querida. You are my queen. There can’t be anyone else.” I move my thumb over the soft surface of her lips, my dick going hard when she whimpers at the movement. I feel her tongue snake out and slip my thumb between her lips, groaning as she sucks on it and swirls her tongue around the tip of it. “Querida,” I whisper as I pull my thumb free then bring my mouth to hers. “I was made to love only you.”
“Luis.”
When our mouths connect, fireworks explode behind my eyes and a carnal need takes control. My fingers dive into the dark depths of her hair, tugging back until her head is at the perfect angle for me to kiss her like a man starved. And I am starved. I dreamed of having her like this more times than I can count. Now that it’s really happening, I don’t think I could control myself if I wanted to.
Releasing her hair, I slide my hands down her curves until I’m gripping her ass and lifting her so she wraps her legs around me. “I must have you, Tara. I need you to be mine.”
“Then take me, Luis. Take me inside and show me what you want.”
I’m so desperate for her that we practically fall through the front door. I kick it closed then press her up against it, kissing her with a ravenous need, my cock throbbing with its desire to break free from my pants and get inside her.
With clumsy fingers, we push at each other’s clothes. She unbuttons my shirt, her hands searching for skin while I pull the strap of her dress down her arm and run my teeth along her shoulder, my tongue tasting her skin. She moans then tugs at my shirt, causing at least two buttons to hit the floor.
“I’ll fix those.” She giggles, and I set her on the floor, finding the zipper in her dress and dragging it down the center of her back.
“I’ll buy a new one,” I say, splaying my fingers against the soft skin of her back. She feels amazing under my touch, and I want nothing more than to explore every inch of her while I pound her sweet little cunt until she can’t take any more.
“Better if you just quit wearing one,” she says, running her fingers between the muscles on my chest. I pull her against me, pressing my arousal against her stomach.
“Now, there’s an idea,” I say, pushing her dress to the floor. I step back, hungry eyes taking in her overflowing breasts and soft curves. I’m in awe of her.
“We can turn the light off,” she says, and when I meet her eyes, I see that she’s withdrawn into herself slightly. I can’t have my beauty thinking for a second that she’s anything but perfect.
“No, querida. I want toseeyou. You are beautiful and perfect.” I lower my head and press a soft kiss to the swell of each breast. “I love everything about you.”
“I love you too,” she says.
“Yeah?” I look into her eyes and smile, those simple words filling my heart up more than I thought possible.
She nods. “Take me to bed, Luis.”
Tara
