Kissing Her

“Are you sure?” He sits up anyway and his chest comes to mine. He slides his hands to the back of my head and his eyes stay locked with mine.

“I promise, I’m more than fine.” He leans in, kissing me, and I taste myself on his lips. A small sigh of happiness comes from me as his hard length presses against my center, wanting inside. My body’s reaction is to thrust my hips up and invite him in.

Ragnar bites my lip. “No more of that until you’re my wife,” he warns, falling back on the bed.

“Are you worried about taking advantage of me before our wedding night?” I tease with a laugh, and my body shakes against his.

“No, sweet Bee. Your pussy needs the rest.” His big rough hands rub up and down my thighs. “I’ll never stop taking advantage of you.”

“But you’re hard.” I look down at his cock between us and it’s begging for attention. “Doesn’t it hurt?” I know when I need him my body aches. It’s a sweet ache, but still.

“I could have had you moments ago and I’d still want you. It’s never going to go away.” My eyes fill with tears at how sweet he is. He’ll never know what it means to me that he needs me. I didn’t realize how much I longed to be needed until I had someone telling me that they do.

“Don’t cry. It’s our wedding day,” he reminds me. I’ve never been so happy to not plan a wedding in my life. “I’m sure one of the dresses you got yesterday will work.”

I don’t care what I wear. As long as it ends with us married it doesn’t matter one bit. I want to belong to him in all ways. I do remember trying on a white one, but I was focused on Ragnar and not the clothes I was changing into.

“And I had the bed made up for you because I told you I was going to treat you like a princess.” He rolls us over so that I’m under him. “You can change what you like around here. I just sent out for softer bedding because I hadn’t given my bedroom much thought until I brought you into it.”

I smile and wrap my arms and legs around him. “I think you’re a liar.” He raises his eyebrow. “You keep saying you’re a bad man, but I don’t believe it.”

“Good.” He pulls us from the bed with me still wrapped around him. “I won’t let that side of my life touch you. It’s better you know nothing about it.” If he doesn’t want me to know then I’m not pushing. I might not have known Ragnar long, but since the moment we met everything has been about making sure I’m okay, from bringing me home that first night to trying to work with my dad so this could all be civil. He did that all for me and I think if this had been only about him he wouldn’t have let me go that first night.

He carries me into the bathroom and sets me on the expansive bathroom counter. “Get ready, Bee. I’m going to make you my wife.” He kisses me deeply and I moan into his mouth, wanting more. I know I’m sore, but I don’t care. I want him again.

“After that, we’ll pick a place to honeymoon. I don’t want to travel when you’re too far along.” It takes me a second to understand what he’s saying as his hand drifts back and forth on my stomach.

“A baby,” I say, and he smiles at me, shaking his head. “I mean, I know what we did, I just…” I trail off.

“We are going to start a family.” He touches my chin and I look up at him. My eyes meet his dark ones. “You want that, my love.” I’m not sure it’s a question.

“More than anything I want a real family. One that loves each other.”

“I love you.” He leans in, kissing me again. “But maybe give me a few boys first, though. If the girls come out looking like you, we’re going to have some problems.” He smiles against my mouth.

I laugh and my body shakes. “Whatever,” I say and smack his chest.

“You don’t even know how sexy you are, which only adds to the appeal.”

I roll my eyes at him. Sexy was never a word I would call myself. Though he does make me feel that way. I only want to be sexy for him and it can be a hidden part I only give him just as he only shares this sweet side with me.

“You know that’s why your sister and mom were so mean to you, don’t you?” He looks confused that I don’t know what he means.

“What are you talking about? I have no idea why I was treated so differently.” I never understood it.