Mr. & Mrs.: An Arranged Marriage Romance

“It was, wasn’t it?” My breathing is choppy as I catch my breath.

“I meant you.” Damn.

“You’re almost too perfect, Jordan.” I’m so terrified he isn’t real.

He kisses me lightly on the lips. “I’m very real, baby.” He moves lower to my jaw. “And I’m all yours.” Soon his head is buried in the side of my neck caressing and sucking the sensitive skin there. “And you’re all mine.”

“I want to be.”

“Then, let it be.”

Releasing all my fears and hesitations, I begin to accept what we’re quickly becoming.

He’s my husband.

I’m his wife.

I’ll fight for that to last forever.

Jordan

Megan cuddles in my arms the rest of the evening. I couldn’t let her go if I tried. The way she leans into me, so trusting, so easy, as we watch the sun set over the lagoon is amazing. I concentrate on her reactions more than anything else. She’s in awe of the beauty surrounding us. What she doesn’t realize is to me, she’s the most breathtaking sight around.

With no city lights obscuring the view, the stars set the night’s sky ablaze like a million tiny fireflies. “I could admire this view every night and never tire of it.” Megan sighs as she leans into me.

Gazing down at her, I say, “Me, too.”

The lapping of the waves from where the ocean meets the lagoon rocks the boat gently as the colorful hues from the sun radiate off the water. The pinks and purples create a kaleidoscope of radiance incomparable to anything I’ve seen at home.

“The water is so serene,” Megan responds. Her grip on my arms around her waist tightens as she looks over the railing. “Oh, Jordan! Look!” Leaning over along with her, I see a small school of clownfish swimming through the coral.

Her excitement is contagious.

“You ever been anywhere like this before?”

“I went to Florida on spring break once in college, but it was nothing like this.”

Spring break. Horny college boys. I can’t hold back the growl that vibrates through my chest.

“I like when you do that,” she whispers up to me.

Turning her to face me, I bring our lips close together. “No one ever touches you again.” The kiss I deliver is brutal. Claiming. Owning every inch of her I can without taking her the way I want to.

“Mmmm, Jordan…” Her husky whimper has my dick hardening so fast, I can feel the loss of blood from my other regions.

Seductively, my hands brush along her neck and cheek, and I stare intently into her gorgeous, twinkling green orbs. “I want you Mag-pie, but only when you’re ready.” Hurt tinges her gaze, and I rush to continue. “I want you to love me, Megan. I want your devotion to me to be as fierce and consuming as mine is rapidly becoming for you. I need for you to understand the dominating desire I have for you.” By the time I’m finished speaking, her mouth is agape in a perfect little “o,” and her gaze has glazed over with want. Fuck do I want this girl.

Her face turns suddenly serious. “Do you believe in love at first sight, Jordan?”

Before her? Fuck, no. After her…?

“I believe in what I feel for you.” I can’t be more specific than that. Everything she brings out in me is so much more than what I ever would have equated to love. It’s consuming, all-encompassing passion and need for her.

“Then maybe you should believe in what I feel for you, too.” Her shy smile speaks volumes as she leans up to kiss me just below my ear. Her warm breath followed by, “I quiver with desire for you, husband. I need to feel you filling me,” has me pulling her closer to me.

Devouring her mouth without a second thought as other passengers watch doesn’t faze me. I want this boat turned around and heading back to port, so I can take Megan and sate the beast in me.

Megan