“Ma, where’s the baby?”
She beams at him and points out Étienne in his carrier being watched by friends of his. “He’s fine.” She looks at me. “You’ve both made such a beautiful boy.”
Luc wraps an arm around my back as a warm glow pulses in the middle of my chest. We did do a good job, didn’t we?
“Thanks, Mom.”
Tears constrict her tiny chest as she gazes up at her son, overcome with emotion. Luc leaves my side momentarily to comfort his mother, and then they both wander to our son. Luc lifts him out of the carrier and makes him soar in his arms. A bright smile stretches Étienne’s chubby face, and then Luc holds our baby to his chest.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sweet.
And in that moment I want nothing more than a night alone with my husband.
* * *
All the way down the elevator, all I can think about is his body. My head tucks under his chin and his chest pulses against my back. I think about his hands splayed across my stomach, how they work at my body.
It’s only five floors down, and yet it feels as though it takes hours.
“Must have been hell to deal with this all day,” he says, deftly moving his palm over my ass. “I can’t even imagine what it would be like for me. I guess it’s like having my dick sucked for eight hours straight without coming.”
“Which is why we’re never doing it again.”
He chuckles as the elevator stops, giving my ass a nice squeeze and a slap before the doors open. “We’ll see about that.”
With my wedding dress pinned up, I can easily walk down the hallway arm in arm with Luc, who keeps shooting darkly significant looks at me. I’m excited and nervous, my body spent from eight hours of constant stimulation. I just want him to satisfy the ache that’s been throbbing all day, and to my surprise I want him to fuck me where he’s never fucked me before.
Luc ushers me inside our hotel room and I’m stunned by its magnificence. There’s an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in the middle of the room, along with some sparkling apple cider with a mountain of chocolate-covered strawberries.
Luc takes my hand, and I turn in his embrace, my pussy pounding hard the moment our lips crash together. He reaches up and yanks the coil of hair on my head. The bobby pins hit the floor as he pulls them out, and then he grabs my neck to kiss me hard. I yank at his jacket, and then it’s a fight between us to see whoever can rip off each other’s clothes first.
“I want you. I needed you all day.”
The laughter dies on his face when my palm rolls over his cock. Instantly the texture shifts from soft to rock.
“No more than I needed you.”
He moves around me, tugging the zipper at my lower back. He pulls it all the way down. The straps on my shoulders go limp and fall down my arms. A low growl reverberates in his throat as he watches the dress fall from my body, and then I hear a click and the incessant buzzing between my legs finally stops. Behind me, he rips the lace panties down my legs, smoothing his hands over my ass. My whole body shivers as he reaches between my soaked legs and tugs at the bejeweled vibrator.
Oh my God!
“Damn, this thing is wet.”
He pulls it out of me and I feel the void immediately, like two gaping holes. Grinning, he sets the toy aside and scoops me in his arms, leaving the dress on the floor.
“You are so fucking beautiful. I’m going to have you every which way.”
My mouth dries as he looks down at me with that sultry, heated expression that’s virtually unchanged from years ago. Being touched by him is still just as thrilling as it was the first time.
My heart jumps when I hear a loud bang. The door flies open and hits the wall as he kicks it open. Then I fall onto a massive bed with a soft, white comforter that feels like a cloud.
My husband stands at the foot of his bed, eyeing his prize. I want to stand up and drag him to bed. My skin aches to be touched by him. I want to brush that ink-black hair from his hollow cheeks and taste his full lips. I watch his hands that I love so much deftly undo the buttons of his shirt. He’s painfully slow, and his grin widens when I let out an impatient sigh.
“Would you prefer this?”
Within seconds he tears off the shirt and I can almost imagine the burn of the belt slipping through his fingers. His slacks fall, and then his briefs, and then he leaps over me. I’m pinned to the bed by his weight, the belt still looped in his hand.
I get one glimpse of his grinning, maniacal face before he flips me over so that I’m on all fours. I feel the heat of his skin on my back as he trails his lips over my body, kissing me. At the same time, I feel the cool leather sliding against my skin.