Drawn into Love (Fluke My Life 4)

“Daddy is going to love it. He loves you, so he’s going to love it.” She takes my hand in hers, and once again I feel sorry for Eva. She is seriously missing out.

“You two ready?” Abby asks, poking her head in the door. I nod, pull in a breath, and then head out to marry the guy who changed my whole world.

“Mrs. Fremont, I swear to Christ if you don’t get your sweet ass out here in two seconds, I’m coming in there to get you,” I hear Lucas growl through the door of the hotel bathroom.

“Hold your horses.” I grin at my reflection. Lucas has seen all my lingerie—he even said the bodysuit I had picked for him was worth the effort of taking it off me—but he’s never seen me in something like this. My stomach fills with butterflies and I bite my bottom lip hard as I do another full-body scan. My eyes slide over my breasts, which are barely hidden under the sheer white lace bra I have on, and down to my sex, which is covered in the same sheer, thin white lace that has a slit for easy access cut into the material.

“I’m not fucking around, baby. Five . . . four . . . ,” he says, starting to count down.

A thrill works down my spine. I know why he’s impatient. We officially said “I do” this morning, then had a beautiful lunch with our friends and family. His mom and dad took Maddi home to his apartment, where they will be staying with her for the week. Then we caught a flight to Jamaica for our honeymoon.

He’s been patient, but I could tell by the looks he was giving me when we were in the car on the way to the hotel that his patience was wearing thin. That’s why I locked myself in the bathroom before I even looked around our hotel room.

I swing the bathroom door open when he gets to one. His eyes drop the length of me. I notice then that all he has on is a pair of boxers. “You know, Mr. Fremont, you’re not very patient,” I chide him.

His dark, hungry eyes meet mine.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life,” he states, taking a step toward me and wrapping his hand possessively around my hip. “I thought that the first time I saw you.”

“You did?” I start to pant when his thumb slides along my hip bone, under the lace edge of my panties.

“I wanted to fuck you on the couch in my office. I went to bed night after night and jerked myself off to that fantasy,” he growls, sliding a hand around to my back and then down to my ass. His other hand moves to cup my breast, his thumb skimming my nipple. “Fuck . . . the reality of you is better than anything I ever made up in my head.”

“I would have let you . . . I mean, I would have let you fuck me on your couch,” I tell him honestly as I rest my hands against his chest, then slide them up to his shoulders.

Without another word, he moves his hand from my breast to my other ass cheek, then both his hands glide down the backs of my thighs. He lifts me into his arms, and my legs circle his hips as he carries me away from the bathroom door and down a long hall, through a living room, and into the bedroom. A high four-poster bed is in the middle of the room, the door to the balcony is open, and the sea breeze coming in is causing the wispy white curtains around the bed to flutter. It looks like something from a movie set. He takes me to the bed and gets in on his knees, moving across the mattress with me still clinging to him. Once we are in the middle, he lays me down while keeping his weight off me.

His eyes scan my face, then down my body. They heat further when they reach the area between my legs. “Fuck, but I do like the way you think things through.” His fingers slide down my stomach, over my pubic bone, and then through my folds—bare, since the panties do not have any material there. When his fingers run over my clit, my whole body jerks in response. “Already wet for me.”

“I’m always wet for you.”

“Mmm.” He kisses me softly, then moves his lips down my neck, over my breasts—taking his time with each nipple—and down my stomach. He settles himself between my legs.

When his tongue finally touches my sex, I moan and my eyes fall closed. My fingers slip through his hair, and I hold on as he eats me like he has all the time in the world, bringing me close to the edge and then backing off.