Текст книги "Look After Us"

Автор книги: Elena Matthews

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THOUSANDS OF TWINKLY LIGHTS glitter around us as I sway gently in the arms of Ashton, dancing our first dance as husband and wife. With my head resting on his chest, I watch as the sunset fades into the night sky with striking hues of violets, pinks, and ambers stretched out along the horizon. It’s breathtakingly beautiful. It’s ridiculously romantic and I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect setting for my first dance. I sigh contentedly as we continue to move to the sounds of ‘Kiss Me’ by Ed Sheeran.

“You okay, baby?” Ashton asks before brushing his lips against my hair.

I step back slightly so I can look at his handsome face. “I’m perfect, husband.”

He lets out a groan. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you call me your husband. It’s making me hard,” he says in a low voice, pushing his erection against me.

I giggle. “You’re always hard.”

“True,” he admits with a grin. “But …” His eyes darken as they drink me in before they come to a lingering stop on my cleavage. “You’re fucking beautiful. It’s impossible to not get aroused. And that dress …” he says, his eyes still taking in my breasts that sit against the plunging neckline. “I’m an intelligent guy and yet when you walked down the aisle, I was lost for words.”

“Um, my eyes are up here.” I smile, watching how he finally looks up and meets my gaze with a sexy smirk.

“Oh, so they are …”

“You’re insatiable,” I say with laughter.

“It’s hard to be anything else when my wife is so damn beautiful.” A shiver trembles along my spine; loving the way wife rolls off his tongue like second nature. I never thought in a million years that I’d become Ashton’s wife today …

Today has been a whirlwind of a day that’s for sure. I woke up this morning with swollen eyes and my heart torn from the previous night. Throughout the night while speaking to Alana—after my tears had subsided—I finally came to the conclusion that Ashton would never jeopardize what we have or intentionally hurt me. He loves me, and the fact that I was the first woman he ever brought home with him speaks volumes. It gave me faith that maybe we’d be okay.

However, I was still irrationally pissed off with him and hurt when I was forced to spend the morning in the presence of the woman who purposely forced herself on my fiancé and tried to sabotage our relationship. I wanted to claw Riley’s eyes out for the hurt she caused, but through some inner strength I had no idea I even possessed, I held my head up high and ignored her, not wanting to cause any drama on what would be the happiest day of Mia’s life.

But to go from that to dancing in the arms of my new husband almost doesn’t seem real. It feels as if I’ve been transported into a fairy tale land of make believe stories and happy endings that only happen to the likes of Cinderella. Ashton definitely stepped up and became the prince that every girl deserves. That I deserve. My mind is still in disarray at how he stood up in front of everyone and declared his undying love for me before asking me to marry him there and then. I seemed to fall in love with him all over again, and in that moment I knew that our love was unbreakable, that no one could ever stand in our way.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” I say with an almost dream-like sigh, gazing into Ashton’s green eyes that shine beautifully from the reflection of twinkly lights that glimmer against the nightfall sky.

“You better believe it, baby …”

I gently lean my head against Ashton’s shoulder as he holds me tighter against him. My eyes wander over to the dance floor and my eyes fall on Mia and Tyler who are swaying gently to the acoustic brilliance of Ed Sheeran, looking as much in love as Ashton and me. They look incredibly happy in their own little wedding bubble. Tyler peppers her with loving kisses and whispers sweet little nothings in her ear, with not a single worry in the world. I’m so honored that we get to share this incredible day with them, that their happily ever after became our happily ever after too.

Today I married the man who not only became my husband, but my best friend, my soul mate. And I know that Ashton and I are not legally married, that to any judge our marriage is non-existent and means nothing, but to me, in my heart and soul it means everything. We made a commitment that will last forever; we vowed to love each other until our last dying breath, and no legalities will ever change that.

I am, however, excited to get our marriage legalized so I can finally rid myself of the family name that tarnished my childhood and took away my innocence at such a young age. I’m still proud of being able to hold on to that name for as long as I have done, since the man who that name originates from is a man that is never far from my thoughts, a man who loved me unconditionally … but that name died the moment my brother did. He made something that was once beautiful into something tainted with poison, and I finally want to break free of the connotations that the Jacobson name holds, for good.

Ava … Bailey. It’s perfect, and an incredible way to start afresh … with my husband and my daughter. It’s everything I always wanted.

I pull my head back slightly and look up at Ashton. “How soon do you think we can get our marriage on paper?”

“As soon as you want, baby. I told you, you can have as many weddings as you want.”

I smile dreamily as we continue to sway to the music. “How did I get so lucky to find you? You’re too good to be true,” I say with a gentle laugh.

“Well every princess deserves a prince,” he says with a sincerity that makes my insides melt. Rising on my tiptoes I brush my lips against his, tasting the intoxicating flavor of sweet strawberries and champagne that linger against his plump lips. Our kiss deepens, and with my hands hanging loosely around his neck, I bring my fingers up to his hair and massage my way through the soft strands. After a few long seconds, Ashton’s moan vibrates inside my mouth, and before things get a little too hot and heavy on the dance floor, I draw back feeling a little breathless.

“What was that for?” he asks with a slanted smile, his breath a little uncontrolled.

“Because I’m your wife … and I can kiss you whenever I like,” I say with a huge smile, causing him to chuckle.

“You sure can, but does that apply to sex too?” His eyes shimmer with amusement.

“If you mean airplanes and family pools, then no …”

“God, we’ve only been married for a few hours and already you’re putting restrictions on our sex life.” He mockingly pouts and I softly laugh.

“Hardly, babe. We’ve had sex so much this weekend that I’ve already lost count.”

“We didn’t last night,” he points out, but the smile is quickly wiped from his face when he realizes his mistake. Last night. My heart clenches at the reminder of what last night almost cost us, but instead of letting it wedge another war between us, I just let it go. Last night is in the past.

“Well … it seems you have some making up to do then,” I say flirtatiously, making light of the situation. He blinks with shock before a smile fills his handsome face with a masculine beauty that takes my breath away.

“Oh baby, I will …” He leans in and whispers in my ear, “I will go all Boyz-II-Men-I’ll-Make-Love-To-You romantic on you.”

My gaze turns dark and seductive as he pulls away. I edge closer to him and whisper, “I’d much prefer you to go all R-Kelly-Bump-and-Grind on me.”

His eyes fixate on mine with a mixture of amusement and lust, his pupils widening. He inclines forward and rests his mouth against my ear, causing shivers to shimmer down my body. “The moment the night comes to an end, I will definitely be going all R-Kelly-Bump-and-Grind on you, and even a little Ginuwine-Pony too.”

A giggle bursts from my mouth as he steps back. “We’re such dorks,” I say. “How is it that only we could make up a sexual innuendo game with songs during our first dance?”

“Because we’re dirty like that.” He smirks as he continues to sway me gently from side to side. Ed Sheeran begins to fade away and is replaced with the sounds of ‘At Last’ by Etta James. I feel a little sad now that our first dance is over, but my sadness is short-lived when I see Ashton’s dad lead Alana onto the dance floor, followed by even more couples. I watch as he gently brings her into his arms and they gradually begin to sway to the music, gazing lovingly into one another’s eyes. Ashton’s eyes follow mine, and he smiles when he sees what’s captured my attention.

“This song is so beautiful,” I hear myself say as I allow the music to ease through me as my eyes stay focused on Alana and Samuel.

“It’s their song. It’s what they danced to on their wedding day.” The smile I’ve had on my face since I became Mrs. Ashton Bailey widens even more.

“That’s so sweet. How long have they been married?”

His brows narrow as if calculating in his head. “Um, thirty-nine years, I think. I know they were married a couple of years before they had me.”

“Wow, that’s such a long time … I hope we’re that happy in thirty-nine years.”

“There’s no doubt about it,” he adds confidently, and his belief in us inspires me. That it is possible to be as happy as I feel right now after thirty-nine years of marriage.

Time passes by and minutes turn into hours. I’m still wrapped in the arms of my husband when Alana and Samuel approach the table we’re sitting at.

“How’s the happy couple doing?” Alana chirps out over the sound of the music playing, with a huge smile on her face.

“Perfect,” I sigh dreamily.

“What my wife said,” Ashton says with a goofy grin on his face as he pulls me even closer to his body. His fingers loosely caress the back of my neck and I’ve spent the past fifteen minutes struggling to keep my eyes open from the sheer pleasure that his touch brings to me.

Alana and Samuel take a seat beside us. “We have something for you both,” Samuel says as he holds out two beautiful gold wedding rings in the palm of his hand, one thinner and daintier than the other. “Since your marriage was such a spur of the moment thing …” he smirks, and I can feel Ashton’s laughter vibrating beside me. “We know that you haven’t had time to get rings, so we’d like you both to have Grandma and Grandpa Bailey’s wedding rings.”

I glance at Ashton with my mouth agape, noticing how he’s matching my shocked expression. Ashton speaks about his grandparents often, always telling me stories of how he and his brothers used to go fishing with their grandpa and how they used to try out their grandmother’s baking or, more accurately, steal their grandmother’s baking; whether it was home-baked chocolate chip cookies or fresh out of the oven peach cobbler. They tried to deceive her, but she always knew which one had had their finger in the pie; usually Ashton, since he was always the one raiding their first aid kit for burn spray for the scalds he inflicted on himself because he was too impatient to wait ten minutes for the desserts to cool down.

They were incredibly close to them, and they passed away within a year of each other when Ashton was in his mid-twenties. Ashton was convinced that his grandpa died of a broken heart; he simply couldn’t live without his wife after she had lost her battle with cancer.

Ashton shifts from under me, sitting up straighter with me on his lap. It takes him a few attempts of opening and closing his mouth before he’s able to speak. “Are you serious?”

“As serious as a heart attack,” Samuel responds with a chuckle under his breath.

Ashton shakes his head in astonishment. “Wow, I don’t know what to say … I mean, they left the rings to you and Mom. It doesn’t feel right accepting them.”

Samuel shifts forward in his seat, focusing his eyes intently on Ashton. “Me and your mom want you to have them, and your grandpa and grandma would want you both to have them too. You know how much they loved a good ol’ love story … and they would have loved you, Ava,” he says shifting his gaze to me before returning his attention back to Ashton. “It’s just such a shame they couldn’t be here to witness how happy you are, but there is no doubt in my mind that they wouldn’t want you to have them.”

Ashton’s smile brightens, but he still seems a little hesitant to accept the rings. “And is this okay with Tyler? I have kind of taken the shine away from his wedding a little. I don’t want to take this from him too.”

This time Alana is the one to speak. “Yes we’ve spoken to him, and he’s happy for you both to have them.” Ashton glances at me with a smile before looking back to his parents. “We would be honored to have them, thank you,” he says sincerely. Samuel passes Ashton the rings and Ashton looks down at them with admiration. I find myself mesmerized as the fairy lights surrounding us flicker against the antique gold bands. They’re simply beautiful. Ashton takes hold of my left hand and slowly slides his grandmother’s wedding ring on my finger. What begins as an elegant move ends drastically when the ring won’t even pass my knuckle. I look up to Ashton’s eyes in amusement and we both laugh, along with Alana and Samuel.

“Well that isn’t as romantic as I’d hoped,” Ashton laughs.

“Yep, my mother sure had petite fingers,” Samuel says.

“You can say that again,” I giggle as Ashton pulls the ring from my wedding finger and slides it on my little finger, where it fits perfectly.

“You can wear it on your little finger until we get it resized,” he says, placing a kiss against my temple. He attempts to put his ring on, but I stop him by clasping his hand with mine.

“Um, my turn,” I say with a sharp tone that causes his eyes to widen.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responds with a slanted smile. I take hold of his grandpa’s wedding ring and gently slide it onto Ashton’s finger. Thankfully it slides easily over his knuckle, but I snort when it’s unable to go any further.

“It looks like mine needs resizing too,” he chuckles. “Why do they always make it look so simple in the movies? It’s total crap.”

“Because it’s Hollywood ... Nothing ever goes wrong in a Hollywood happily ever after.”

After a moment, his laughter subsides and he gazes into my eyes with a look of love and lust that has my heart in a fluttering mess. “Well who needs a Hollywood happily ever after when we have our own? Fuck Hollywood,” he murmurs before his mouth captures mine and his tongue flicks out and traces my lips. The kiss is short-lived when the sound of coughing interrupts our lustful flow and I pull away, heavily blushing as I look up at a smiling Alana and Samuel.

“We’ll leave you two lovebirds to enjoy the rest of your night. We just wanted to give you the rings and tell you how happy we are for you,” Alana says as she stands up and pulls Ashton and me into an embrace, pressing a kiss to my cheek and planting a big one on Ashton’s head.

“Thanks, Mom,” Ashton begins as Alana pulls away. “We’ll treasure the rings; you know how important Grandpa and Grandma were to me.”

“I know you will … and about last night,” she says with a little hesitation as she gently strokes his right cheek. “I’m sorry; I should never have hit you, but the thought of you hurting this beautiful woman right here …” She looks towards me before returning her eyes back to Ashton. “It lit a fuse within me. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you and for a split second I thought you had ruined everything.”

“It’s fine, Mom, but I would never hurt her. She’s my world.”

My insides practically melt at his words, and I find myself clutching tighter against his hold.

“I know, but just promise me that you won’t ever let her get away.”

“I promise,” Ashton says without an ounce of uncertainty.

Alana finally steps back with a smile and mist-filled eyes, allowing Samuel to affectionately squeeze Ashton’s shoulder, followed with a slap on the back. He then presses a kiss to my cheek. “Welcome to the family, sweet girl,” he says before standing to his full height and walking away with Alana on his arm. I smile dreamily at Ashton, but as I go to speak, the sound of Alana’s voice from a distance freezes me in place.

“Today’s been perfect but I desperately wish that Christopher was here too.” My eyes close with sadness. I can’t even begin to imagine what it must have been like for her to lose her son in such tragic circumstances. I open my eyes and trace my fingers through the silk tendrils of Ashton’s hair, seeing how his beautiful green eyes have a hint of sadness in them.

“Do you think if Christopher was still alive, he and Jo would have gotten married?”

“I’d like to think so. He was crazy about her. He’d been her best friend since they were in kindergarten.” He pauses for a split second, softly laughing. “His relationship with Jo came as such a surprise to us. Christopher never really showed interest in the opposite sex, to the extent that we were all convinced he was gay,” he says with a chuckle. “He was always focused on his studies, what with him being a genius and all. Even when he wasn’t studying, he was helping others learn. I mean, he never looked the part, but he was definitely a geek at heart. We all loved that about him … we were all smart but he was like super human smart. I remember girls flaunting themselves at him and he wouldn’t even bat an eye at them. Then just before he was graduating college, he announced out of the blue that he’d been in love with Jo all his life and that they were dating. I had no idea he thought of her like that, but I was happy he found something good for him that wasn’t solely surrounded with studying.

“They never had what you would call a normal relationship; it was long distance for the majority of the time that they were together, but they loved each other. He was her first everything …” He trails off and I hate how the raw sadness catches at the back of his throat. He misses him … they all miss him. I press my lips to his, desperately wanting to soothe his pain away with the simple touch my lips can bring. It seems to do the trick because when I pull away the sparkle in his eyes returns. I rest my forehead against his and gently bring my hand up to his beating heart, feeling it pattering against my fingertips.

“I love you,” I say for what seems like the millionth time today, but Ashton doesn’t seem to mind the repetitiveness of my words. If anything he seems to crave them, and the way his pupils dilate every time he hears them tells me that.

“You have no idea what those words do to me,” he huskily says, almost as if he can read my mind.

“I think I have a little idea of what they do to you,” I respond flirtatiously with a little wriggle of my hips as I feel him begin to stir beneath me. His hand sweeps gently through my hair until he’s cradling my head. His eyes trace my entire face before they land back on mine.

“I love you,” he breathes across my lips before he lightly brushes them against mine. His taste and aroma fill my senses and my world begins to spin as we become lost in each other, with our hearts, bodies and souls melding together as one. Through the haze, I instinctively feel my fingers reach out to the collar of his shirt, and as I begin to release the first two buttons, I hover my lips over his, pulling away slightly. I need him …

“Take me to bed,” I whimper against his lips. He smiles against mine. “Thank God. I’ve been dying to strip you out of this dress all night.” I laugh against his mouth before pressing a lingering kiss there. “Let’s go to bed, Mrs. Bailey.” I stand and he takes me by the hand. We begin to make our way to the house when I suddenly stop in my steps.

“We better say goodnight to Mia and Tyler,” I say, earning myself a scowl from an aroused Ashton. His mouth twitches with amusement before responding in a frustrated growl, “Fine … but then I’m taking you to bed, to ravish the crap out of you.”

I giggle as he hurriedly drags me in the direction of where his brother and sister-in-law are on the dance floor. We approach and an excited Mia launches herself at me the moment she sets eyes on us.

“There’s my bride BFF!” she exclaims against my neck before pulling away, her smile beaming against the fairy light glow. I figure half of her happiness is because she married her soul mate today; the other half is definitely consumed with the numerous glasses of champagne she’s sipped throughout the night. Mia steps into Tyler’s arms and pins her happy gaze on Ashton. “Ashton! You romantic. I loved today so much. I’m so happy you and Ava got married today.”

“So you didn’t mind us crashing your wedding?” Ashton asks with his usual humor.

“Hell no! If anything I was relieved … after everything with Riley … I had no idea how you’d be able to fix it. And I swear I wanted to kill her this morning,” she says flitting her eyes between Ashton and me with a look of anger. Soon, the anger dissolves and it is replaced with a smile.

“But you guys showed the world you were made for each other and it was incredible to be a part of it. I couldn’t have asked for a better wedding day.” I feel myself choking up at her kind words and I clasp Ashton’s hand tighter into mine. He looks down at me with an adorning gaze, his eyes glistening. “It’s a day I’ll never forget.”

Silence grows as emotion seeps into the atmosphere around us. After he stares at me for what feels like hours, he finally breaks his gaze and looks back at the happy couple. “We just came over to say goodnight as I’m taking my wife to bed.” His eyes turn devilish. “There are certain things I want to do to her right now and well … you can catch my drift.” Both Mia and Tyler burst out laughing while I’m trying to fight off the pink that glows against my cheeks.

“Ashton!”

“What?” he chuckles, a look of innocence softening his features as he pulls me deeper into his side, his fingers caressing my arm.

“Well …” Tyler starts with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Since my brother is currently pitching one hell of a tent right now, I’ll let you lovebirds get down to business.”

My eyes travel down to Ashton’s crotch and I gasp when I see his erection straining against the seam of his slacks. “What?” he says smirking, his eyes beginning to darken with lust. “It’s you who wanted to say goodnight … I wanted to take you to bed five minutes ago.” I roll my eyes and drag my aroused husband in the direction of the house, still trying to fight the burning embarrassment against my cheeks. “Goodnight guys!”

Laughter can be heard behind us from Mia and Tyler, followed by a, “Goodnight,” as we make our way towards the house, my embarrassment quickly turning into desire to have my husband naked and making love to me.

A sudden whooshing sound escapes my lips as I’m suddenly lifted into Ashton’s arms and my arms instinctively wrap around Ashton’s neck.

“What are you doing?” I gasp with a giggle as he begins to carry me towards the house as if I weigh the size of a feather.

“I’m carrying my wife over the threshold,” he says matter-of-factly as he continues to take one step after the other. Whoops and hollers follow us, and I find myself burying my face into Ashton’s neck, embarrassed from all the attention. The music and the cheers fade into the distance as we approach the steps of the veranda. Once we’ve entered the house, my skin prickles with excitement as we both get close to the only place on this earth where I want to be right now. However, we only make it halfway through the kitchen before the sound of Ashton’s name being called out stills him in his steps. My hands immediately tighten into fists at the sound of Riley’s Barbie sweet-as-pie voice. Ashton hesitatingly turns into her direction, staring daggers at her.

“What do you want? Because as you can see I’m just about to take my wife to bed.” His burley voice makes me jolt, but not because he scared me … it’s because the sudden anger hits my hormones in a way that can make a person self-combust with pure unadulterated lust. I push away the heat I feel spreading throughout my body and focus my fierce gaze on a sheepish looking Riley. She seems a little uncertain as she looks down to her feet before looking up to meet our stares, and taking several steps closer.

“I … um … I just wanted to apologize for last night. Today made me realize how serious you guys are …”

“Just today?” Ashton angrily asks. I try to get down from his arms but he just holds me tighter making it impossible for me to remove myself from his grasp. “You knew she was my fiancée … that in itself told you how serious we were, yet that didn’t stop you, did it?”

She heavily exhales. “I know … I’m sorry. I just … I saw the way you looked at her, as if she was the only person in the world who mattered and I wanted to feel like that, just for a little while.”

“That’s because she is the only person in the world that matters to me, her and Lily. They’re my family.” He clutches me even tighter to his chest, his arms not trembling in the slightest as he continues to bear my weight. Usually I’d feel incredibly awkward in a situation like this, but since it’s Riley, I kind of relish in the feeling of his strong arms keeping me in place, that not a single person or situation would ever be enough to let me go. His subtle action of holding me close to him is almost like a metaphor of his feelings for me.

To sink or swim, to fail or succeed, to do or die … I know he will always be at my side. As my anchor, my hero … and my husband.

“I know that now … I get it. You made a pretty good point earlier today …” Riley says, causing the muscles in Ashton’s shoulders to ripple and his jaw to tick at the impact of her words.

“That wasn’t proving a point to you, it was proving it to my wife, proving to her that she’s my life, the only person I see living my future with. I married Ava today because I love her, and you or anybody else will never take that love away from me, or Ava for that matter. You may have tried to break us up, but it didn’t work because nobody compares to Ava. She’s my forever. Now … if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to enjoy the rest of our wedding night.”

At this point Riley has become non-existent, and I find myself completely spellbound at the words that speak so passionately yet fluently from Ashton’s beautiful mouth. I see his mouth exchange a few more words, but I’m unable to register exactly what he says as the world seemingly disappears around us. All I can see is Ashton, and I find myself wanting to crawl deep inside him, deeper than humanly possible and lose myself within him forever.

Through my lust-filled haze, I can feel movement as he carries me through the house. As we reach the stairs, he begins to carry me to the top. He looks down at my dazed expression with a furrowing frown.

“Are you okay, baby?”

I blink at his question and find myself smiling as I look into his magnificent green eyes that look down at me with sheer love. “I’m perfect … well, I will be once you’ve taken me to bed.” His eyes widen excitedly and his steps get a little quicker, keen to reach our destination.

In seconds we’re outside Ashton’s childhood bedroom, and the moment he comes to a standstill, his eyes pierce into mine, a shade darker. “Are you ready, Mrs. Bailey?” He doesn’t need to elaborate on what he means because the blaze in his eyes tells me everything.

I clutch my arms even tighter around his neck, bringing him close to me until his lips are a mere inch away from mine. “I’ve never been more ready,” I say before I gingerly press my lips to his. Without wasting another second, we pull away and he opens the door and carries me over the threshold. It’s incredibly romantic … until my head collides with the doorframe. I groan out loud and my hand automatically goes to my head, rubbing the sore spot with my hand.

“Shit baby, are you okay?” Ashton asks seriously, worry flitting across his face, but I can still see the distinctive slanted smile forming at the corner of his mouth. I’d be incredibly pissed off if I didn’t find the situation amusing myself.

“Oh my God! That couldn’t have been less romantic if we tried!” I say through hysterical laughter, as I continuously rub my throbbing head.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “But with all laughing aside, are you okay?”

My laughter subsides and I let my hand fall loose from my head, smiling. “I’m fine. It was just a little bump to the head. We definitely aren’t destined for a Hollywood happy ending, that’s for sure.”

“I told you before, fuck the Hollywood happy ending. We have our own happily ever after happening as we speak.”

“Do we?” I ask with an intrigued smile etched along my face.

“Yeah, baby, we do. I’d prefer it to continue with that pretty dress on my bedroom floor though.” And with that, he successfully walks me over the threshold without causing me any bodily harm and shuts the door behind him with a kick of his foot. I, on the other hand, am struggling to catch a steady breath, my insides clenching with a sexual need that feels almost explosive right about now. He heads towards the end of the bed and gently places me on my feet, where I quickly dispose of my shoes.

He takes a step back and his appreciative eyes roam over my entire body, almost as if he’s trying to savor this moment for the rest of his life. Slowly, he takes a step closer and shivers explode across my skin as the tips of his fingers gently graze against the tops of my arms before turning me around, so my back is facing him. His lips find my neck as his chest presses against my back, his erection pushing up against my ass, showing me exactly how much he wants me. I feel a heavy pressure between my thighs, and with every moment that passes by, the heat only becomes more prominent. “This dress …” he huskily murmurs against the pulse of my neck as his lips suck against my sensitive skin. “I love it … you’re so fucking sexy.” A moan catches at the back of my throat at the sound of his cave-man growl.

His hand firmly slides over my shoulder down to my chest, until he begins to trace my plunging neckline with the tips of his fingers. I let my head fall back to his shoulder as his fingertips caress the edge of my breasts, and I swear there isn’t a single inch of me that isn’t covered with goose bumps. His touch is all around me even though he’s only touching a small part of me … God, he drives me insane.