“I’ve been dying to show you all day. You have no idea,” I whisper, ending my words with a lingering kiss that feels downright sinful.
“Bull. You know what I’m eager for?” he growls, his fingers sliding into my orange-and-black-striped panties, forcing a moan from my lungs as his thumb rakes my clit. “Being married to you for the rest of my life, for one. Also, ripping this the fuck off you right now,” he says, fisting the fabric and throwing it down my legs in one jerk. “Love you, darlin’.”
“I know,” I say, locking eyes as he frees himself from his suit. “And that makes me love you even more.”
With hurried breaths, we finish stripping each other, then take our sweet time in languid kisses and caresses that might never end. Each and every inch of my exposed skin bristles under his touch, his kiss, his pitchfork of a tongue.
God.
Tonight, I’m determined to give him every bit of paradise right back.
I definitely focus on one thing, dropping to my knees and taking him deep in my mouth. His loud growl is all the reward I need, using my tongue to play with the head of his dick while pumping the steel it crowns.
He’s a man who can’t stand keeping his hands idle.
I love it when he eases me up, pushing me onto the bed.
His fingers find me soaked and so wanting it hurts. And fine, so maybe I’m the one who finally has to give in.
I throw myself back, thighs pinching his fingers that know me better than I know myself. “Grady McKnight...I need you. Now.”
My legs open.
“You ever heard of patience?” he teases, pushing his fingers against my walls, his thumb still working my clit to sweet insanity. “Good things come to those who—”
“Grady!” I spit. “Right now.”
Laughing, he removes his hand, this dark heat entering his russet eyes as he positions himself above me with his cock pulsing in his hand.
“You know how many days I’ve dreamed of this and nothing else? Sliding into my wife for the first time?” he whispers, rubbing his swollen head against my entrance, so close yet so flipping far.
Oh. My. God.
“No? Then let me show you,” he rumbles.
Then those piston hips plow forward, and I take every inch of him in one steady, beautiful stroke.
Holy yes.
Yes.
It’s a miracle my eyes stay open, but I’m so thankful they do.
I fall in love in a brand-new way with the stricken look on his face, brown honey napalm in his eyes, the way his groan mauls the air.
There might never be a sexier sight than my husband claiming me for the first time.
At least, that’s what I think before feeling every inch of him as he goes hard, delving deep, his hips stroking me to an ecstasy so pure it scares me.
Grady damn McKnight is a hammer, and he forces our future with every lightning stroke between my legs, every smoking kiss, every sharp, guttural cry drifting out of him as his pleasure builds.
“Willow. Darlin’. Yeah. Fuck,” he growls, and even though I’m screaming my lungs out, I smile.
You know it’s something special for a man when he’s down to one-word caveman talk.
Folding my legs around him, I run my ankles up his strong ass and push, adding a plea when I say, “Come in me, Grady. I want to be full of my husband tonight.”
The seething hot rush of air against my throat and the scrape of his beard tells me he’s happy to oblige.
His pace quickens, his body coming down like a whip.
Yes, yes, a trillion times yes.
I love him so much, this sexy, amazing man who makes love to me every single time with more passion and life than he showed me our very first time.
His warrior-like friction curls my toes as I feel myself tighten, hugging his magnificent cock, greedy for his release and mine.
His climax hits first, triggering mine. The second I see his head snap back and his teeth bared, fully in rapture, perfectly synced to the swelling heat inside me and then the molten flood, I’m gone.
We come together, I cling to him harder, and we both reach a level of delicious madness I never thought was possible before worshiping this man and receiving his love in return.
“Holy shit,” he growls later, flopped down on his back, pulling me into his arms. “Can we make love like that in a tent all over the ends of the earth?”
Straddling him, I wiggle my hips, loving how hard he’s getting again, if he ever went soft. Whatever it is, I’m hooked.