Chapter Fourteen
When its real, you can’t walk away.
Lochlan was left speechless and stunned as Sage walked down the aisle. Her stark white dress with hints of skin showing through the lace in her arms and across her collarbone, left him panting. When the minister had granted him permission to finally kiss her, and all he’d felt on her back was smooth skin, the hard-on he’d been fighting to get under control raged forth with a vengeance.
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Picking Sage up, cameras flashed, friends, family, and strangers cheered as he walked her straight to the elevators and up to their room. All without taking his lips from hers except to catch a breath.
“Close your eyes,” he sighed as he carried her over the threshold of their room. Walking straight over to the window without turning a light on, he gently placed her on her feet. Hands on her hips, he said, “Look.”
Loch could tell the moment her lids lifted. It wasn’t in the quiet gasp or the whispered, “Wow,” it was in the vibration that travelled throughout her body, filling her with excitement as she stood still. He could see her reflection in the mirror as her eyes flitted across the window as fast as a hummingbird’s wings.
“This is why you chose this place?” she crooned.
“It is,” he confirmed. Moving his hands up her body, Loch unclipped the veil from her head, dropping it on the chair beside them. Seeing one small pearl button at the back of her neck, he grumbled, “Is this all that’s holding you in?”
Turning to face him as he flicked the object free, Sage held onto his forearms, gazing into his eyes. “It is.” Her arms relaxed and the loose fabric fell to the floor, revealing silk lingerie that had been designed to form with the dress.
A small string hung around her neck, triangles covered her breasts, leaving the valley between wide open, then trailed down into a skirt that barely went below her ass cheeks. Her nipples poked through the silky fabric, begging for attention. She was a feast for his eyes, his body, his mind. She was his angel.
“Say something, Lochlan.” Her voice was hesitant, full of the fear of rejection.
Running a rough hand down his face, he couldn’t find the words. “I don’t know what to say, Angel. This…” His hand swept up and down her body. “You’re stunning.”
Her smile brightened as he leaned down to devour her mouth. Their tongues touched, and his body lit on fire. His cock hardened to painful proportions, and when she rubbed herself into him, her hip grazing the hard flesh, he couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure.
“Lochlan,” she moaned as his lips moved slowly across her jaw and to her ear. “I know we haven’t spoken much about it, and I know neither of us has done this. But what do I do?” Breathless, he stared at her.
“Let me show you. Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” Guiding her away from the window, unwilling to share so much of her with the world, he removed his jacket and tie. Tossing them in the direction of where her dress lay.
“Can I?” she asked, deftly unbuttoning his shirt before he could answer. Her smooth skin against his chiseled chest a sweet agony. Sliding his hands up and down her arms and across her shoulders, Loch couldn’t help but kiss along her neck. Knowing how sensitive she was there, he nibbled on her flesh with every button undone.
“That feels wonderful,” she sighed.
When her hands reached for his slacks, he hurriedly shed his shirt, glad he hadn’t opted for the cufflinks the retailer tried to sell him. Her fingers grazed the head of his dick, and he damn near exploded in her palm.
“Lay down,” he encouraged her as he finished removing his clothes.
Spread out before him like the angel he called her, her hair still in the perfect halo enhanced with flowers. Her body was flush with her excitement. He didn’t know where to touch her first.
“You have tattoos,” she inquired, pointing to the crescent moon on his pec with the family name in it. Something all three brothers had done together. Her gaze travelled down his chest, seeming to devour every dip and valley of rippling muscle and flesh. “Oh my!” she cried out when she got to the tattoo of an angel in prayer with a ring of sage and lavender in a crown on her head that adorned his ribcage. It was the only color on the piece. Sage for her namesake and lavender because she always smelled of it. “You got that for me?” Tears pooled in her light gaze.
“After the third time we met.” He shrugged.
“I’ve seen you with your shirt off; I never saw it.”
“I hid it. I needed you to be ready.” He’d meant it when he said love wasn’t a strong enough word for what he felt for her.
Leaning over her, he didn’t give her time to dissect what it meant for long as his fingers plucked at her covered nipples. “Oh,” she gasped again, her hands sifting through his hair and pulling when he did.
Releasing one nipple, Loch drifted a hand down the side of her body to her thigh, where he slowly slid beneath the silk covering. Shocked to discover she was bare underneath her dress.
“Brave little thing, you are.” He continued his exploration of her lower body, lightly grazing his fingers against her sex, feeling the slickness of her desire for him.
“Please,” she hissed when he rubbed against her clit with a small amount of pressure.
“Tell me, Sage.” He groaned when her thigh lifted to wrap around his hip, pulling him closer.