Not-So Temporarily Married(9)

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Fuck, baby. You don’t need to be sorry. Not when it feels so damn good to have you touch me.”

“I thought I was doing it wrong,” I admitted shyly.

“You’re doing it so right that if you keep it up, I’m going to come all over your hand in no time flat. Like a damn teenager with no self-control.”

“Really?” I gasped, delighted by the idea that I could affect him so much. It gave me the courage to slide my hand back down. And the way he looked at me, like he couldn’t get enough, filled me with determination. I wanted him to have the same pleasure he’d given me earlier.

He let me stroke him. Up and down, over and over again. His hips jerking in rhythm with my hand. But then he gripped my waist, and flipped me over. He levered himself over me, nestled between my legs with his dick nudging against my pussy.

“Give yourself to me, Zoe,” he groaned raggedly. “Please let me have you.”

If I did this, I knew it would change things forever. I’d be connected to Landon in a way that couldn’t be undone. “I thought you said I could have time.”

“You can,” he panted. “If you really need it, I’ll somehow find the willpower to roll away from you and get my body under control. We have plenty of time. Forever. I know that, but I’ve wanted you under me from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I need you, Zoe, but I’ll wait as long as you want.”

Forever? It wasn’t even on the tip of my tongue to correct him. I stopped holding back and let hope bloom in my chest. He right hand came up, and he twined his fingers with mine, his thumb rubbing against the bands on my ring finger. Two delicate platinum circles, one plain and the other bearing a perfect, princess-cut four-carat diamond. I hadn’t even thought about rings until he slipped both of them on my finger during the ceremony, yet another detail he’d somehow managed to get exactly right.

All the times he’d asked me out, patiently waiting for me to say yes.

Everything he’d done to make today special—a private jet, a limo, a gorgeous gown that looked like it had been made for me, beautiful flowers in my favorite color, a stunning ring, and the honeymoon suite at a hotel I’ve always wanted to visit.

His mouth driving me wild.

How hard his dick was in my hand.

His willingness to give me the time I needed before we had sex. Actually, the time he thought I needed because I realized he’d managed to quiet my fears.

“I don’t want to wait, Landon.”

A low sound crept up his chest, feral and wild. Then he lowered himself onto me, his big body covering mine, his hand gripping mine tightly as he kissed me. My legs were spread wide for him, his dick right up against my pussy while he plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth, mimicking what he was about to do lower.

“Fuck, Zoe,” he groaned against my mouth. “I can feel how wet you are for me.”

He shifted, and his cock slid between my folds, making me gasp at how hot and hard he felt against me.

“I need to be inside of you,” he groaned.

“Then do it, Landon. I want you,” I purred in a tone of voice I’d never heard from myself before, as I arched my back and pressed my breasts against his chest.

With his eyes burning down at me, he rocked his hips forward and thrust his cock deep into me, tearing through the proof of my innocence in one powerful surge. I cried out from pain; there was so much of it that tears leaked from my eyes.

“Shit. Fuck,” Landon cursed. “I should have gone slow. I’m so damn sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay. I knew it was going to hurt. At least the worst of it is over,” I rasped.

“Stay still, baby.” The strain on his face was clear as he held himself above me, not moving a muscle. “When the pain passes, I’ll make it up to you with so much pleasure. I swear.”

He was big and thick inside me, stretching me wide. It was uncomfortable, but the pain was starting to fade.

“You feel amazing,” he groaned softly. “So damn hot.”

He inched his hips back slowly.

“Wet.”

Then slid back inside.

“Tight.”

His growl sent shivers up my spine, and the pleasure he’d promised began to build.

“Landon,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider as he thrust in slow and easy. The discomfort was still there, but it was quickly being replaced by an overwhelming need to feel him move within me.

Harder.

Faster.

“Please,” I whimpered.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and pushed back into me, deep and hard. My inner muscles clenched around him, making him shudder.

“You close, baby?” he whispered against my ear.