I smiled and smoothed the chiffon over the sheath dress. “A little sexy but not too much?”
“Perfect.” He leaned in and kissed me. “And I like the choker. It’s goes well with the dress and reminds me of last Christmas when I gave it to you.”
“That’s why I wore it,” I said and stood in front of him so I could see myself in the mirror. “I think I knew back then that I wanted to marry you, but I was probably too afraid to think that far ahead. The idea of you owning me, possessing me, in every way, made me so happy.”
“It made me happy as well, but when I say I own you, I mean I own your heart and body. Your mind is your own and I always want it to stay that way.”
“I know,” I said and turned to face him. “I want it to stay that way as well.”
“It will, at least on my part. I don’t want a slave, Kate. I want a life partner, who just happens to like to be manhandled during sex,” he said and grinned in that sexy way that sent a thrill through my body.
“Manhandled…” I said and smiled back, going up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
He grabbed me and then proceeded to manhandle me, rocking me back and forth and then picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed in surprise when he took me to the bed and then plopped me down on my back.
“Yes, manhandled,” he said, wagging his eyebrows. “I can handle you, Ms. Bennet. I’m a man, so manhandled is perfect for what we have.”
I smiled and closed my eyes when he lay on top of me, his body between my thighs, his face over mine.
“Open your eyes,” he said, his voice low.
I did and looked into his baby-blues, which were very determined. A thrill ran through me just from the intensity of his stare.
“You. Are. Mine,” he said and ground his pelvis against me. “See what saying that does to me? What you do to me? Just the thought of you being mine makes me hard as rock.”
He was hard as rock and I gasped when he found my pussy and rubbed against me.
“We don’t have time,” I murmured when he kissed the skin beneath my ear. “The Hangin’ Judge is serious about punctuality…”
“No, we don’t, and I would never consider keeping the Judge waiting,” he said and ran his lips along my chin. “But we will when we get back. I can think of nothing more perfect than a good hard fuck on the night before our wedding.”
“Me, either,” I said and smiled up at him. “Anything less than a good hard fuck would be inadequate.”
He smiled and then kissed my mouth. “That’s my girl,” he said, his voice deep and smoky with desire.
Then he sighed and lay on top of me without saying anything.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” he said and rose up to look in my eyes. “I’m just enjoying the moment. We’ve both been so busy, I feel as if we haven’t had time to really talk.”
“We have a whole week ahead of us,” I said and brushed hair from his eyes. “We can talk and laze around and eat and drink and sleep…”
“And make love,” he added with a grin.
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sp; “And fuck, hard,” I said, my fingers threading through his. He smiled down at me.
“I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you,” I replied.
“We have to go,” he said and glanced at his watch. “Now. The officiant will be there soon, so we don’t want to keep him waiting, either.”
“Nope,” I said. “My father runs a tight ship. We should really be early or else suffer his wrath.”
Drake rolled off the bed and helped me up. I adjusted my dress, smoothing down the skirt while he did the same to his clothes and then pulled on his suit jacket. He looked like a million dollars in his slate grey suit with black tie and white shirt. It offset his black hair and blue eyes.