So much anticipation had her nerves rattled like jumping beans. She was already aroused, her quim ready and needing to be touched. Oh, how she wanted his hands crawling across her body. She didn’t know if she could take any more of his kisses with the way he was holding her tight, pinching her waist and arching her back into his heat.
Penelope shifted slightly and gasped. Ryon groaned.
“Found it,” he muttered.
Sure enough, his cock, hard as a lead pipe, was ready for her. More than prepared. Heart fluttering in the chaos of rising emotions, Penelope tilted her head back and met Ryon’s lips in a bold kiss. Soft moans interspersed as their tongues tasted, thrust to feel, and plunged to mimic passions simmering beneath the surface.
She murmured his name as he ended the kiss. His lips were wet and hers puffy from the kissing. They locked gazes, low-lidded with passion and hunger. His wet lips beckoned her, enticing.
She kissed him again, unable to control herself. His hand on her stomach pushed into her, owning her with possessiveness. Their tongues lashed in a seductive duel as they strained to move even closer.
Breaking away, she panted trying to catch her breath. That’s when she noticed the horse had completely stopped walking.
“I’m getting down now,” she said, not giving Ryon a chance to protest before she slid off the horse.
He watched her with that hungry gaze, tracking her like prey to be pounced upon. She noticed that he examined the surrounding area with careful eyes, making sure they were alone. They’d made it a few miles from the arena. There were some village houses around the area but most people weren’t home from the celebration yet. But otherwise, they were quite alone.
“We should wait until we get home.” He sounded as if he hated the idea.
Well, he may be correct, but that didn’t mean she agreed. Turning around, she spotted a secluded portion of woods that looked dark and private. She headed toward it without a backward glance.
“Penelope!”
Head held high, she marched on. She heard him jump down from the horse, cursing. He quickly tethered Dominic to a tree. Soon, his footsteps fell in line after her. Charging after her more like.
“Love, this isn’t any place to—”
Penelope ducked into the woods, sprinting along like a fool. He crashed through the woods behind her. She turned at the last minute and they nearly collided.
She gazed up at the man she’d just married. At the man she loved. The quiet woods surrounded them like a bubble. Soft grass squished beneath her slippers. The time had never felt more perfect.
In seconds—she didn’t know who acted first—they slammed together, lips mashed in a bruising kiss. She ran her hands over every inch of him she could reach and he reciprocated, cupping her bottom, lifting and squeezing it until her quim quivered.
The kiss grew wetter. Hotter. Every hard inch of his muscles she gloried in touching, in kissing. He kissed his way along her shoulder, pushing her dress over one shoulder as he did. The dress sagged and he kissed his way across her other shoulder, slowly pushing the material out of the way as he did.
He moved purposely, slowly. Taking his time.
The dress sagged and the tops of her breasts caught the material from slipping down further. His breathing was harsh, hands squeezing her roughly, almost impatiently as his control began to slip. Fire lurched in her veins. Unable to control herself, she bit his neck and licked the delicious salt from his skin.
“I want you naked,” he growled. He tugged on her dress and her breasts popped free.
He stared at her like a thirsty man about to have his first drink of cool water. Lips parted, eyelids drooping at half-mast, he lifted his two strong hands to smother her breasts, embracing them. Penelope’s head collapsed back at the pleasure. He palpitated her, manipulating her tits until her nipples beaded into fine, ultra-sensitive points.
A finger brushed each aureole making her breath catch in her throat.
“So beautiful,” he said.
She wanted to laugh, but could only gasp.
She wanted him so badly, ached deep inside her body for him.
Then he finally did touched her how she wanted, finally giving in to the hunger calling them both.
Two fingers snapped her hard-peaked nipples and tugged wickedly. She sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation. Little spikes of erotic pleasure burst through her nipples to someplace deep in her belly. A place that ached to be filled and jerked against him at his ministrations.
“So sensitive, too,” he praised. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”
Penelope held onto his shoulders for dear life, lest she fall and end his glorious touch. She never wanted him to get enough of her either!
“Please,” she murmured, unable to voice any of her deeper thoughts.