“I don’t care.” Just the sound of the zipper opening is enough to make me ache with wanting him. “I don’t want to wait another second to feel you inside me.”
His breath rushes out. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
“Good thing,” I say, helping him pull my damp dress down my arms and off my waist, sighing with relief when it falls to the ground and only my underwear remains. “Since I’m going to be your wife.”
Nick shakes his head, a mixture of awe and raw need on his face as he looks me up and down.
“Why aren’t you out of those clothes yet?” I ask, electricity jolting through me as he makes quick work of his clothes, the assured, sensual way he disposes of each article enough to make my nipples pebble in the cool air.
“Are you sure you don’t want more romance than this?” He hooks his thumbs into the top of his boxer briefs, pausing on his way to being completely bare to me.
“What’s more romantic than an old boathouse after a beautiful proposal and nearly drowning in a rowboat?” I reach for him, curling my fingers over his waistband. “Now, hurry up. I want to see you.”
Without another word, he tugs his boxer briefs over his hips, letting them slide to his ankles before stepping free.
I let out a sigh of approval.
Stunning. There’s no other word for him. From his broad shoulders to the muscled planes of his stomach, to the little indentions on the sides of his hips that dip in before his abdomen becomes something more intimate, to the dusting of dark hair that surrounds where he’s hard for me…he’s so delicious that I can’t quite believe he’s mine.
“Your turn.” The hunger in his voice makes me shiver for reasons that have nothing to do with the chill in the air.
A moment later, my panties have been added to the pile of damp clothes on the floor, and I’m stretching out on top of them. I feel a button digging into my back as I lie down, but then Nick lengthens himself on top of me, and I lose awareness of anything but his skin soft against mine, his mouth hot on my neck, and his hands running over my body, touching me in all the places I’ve been dying for him to touch me.
After a few breathless kisses that leave my head spinning, he moves lower, kissing my breasts as his palm glides down my stomach and between my legs, his finger sliding into where I’m already swollen and wet.
I arch into his touch with a moan that becomes a gasp as his tongue finds my nipple, teasing the tight tip before he suckles me inside his mouth. I reach down, kneading his strong shoulder muscles. Tingles shiver through me from head to toe as I smooth my palms down the front of his chest. Catching his small, flat nipples between my fingers, I tease him until he draws back with a swift inhalation.
“Where did you learn that?” he asks, staring down at me with dark eyes as I continue to tug gently at his nipples.
“From you.” I wiggle my hips as I spread my legs wider, aching for more than a finger inside me. “I figured if it felt good when you did it to me…”
He shakes his head as he pulls his hand from between my legs. “No girl has ever done that before. I had no idea it would feel like that.”
“Good?” I ask.
“Too good.” He gently guides my hands away from his chest, drawing them over my head before pinning my wrists gently to the floor. “If you keep doing things like that, I’m going to move too fast.”
“What if I want you to move fast?” Lifting my hips, I bring my center into intimate contact with his erection, and Nick shudders in response, sending a jolt of desire surging through me.
“Melody…”
“Now, Nick,” I whisper. “I’m tired of waiting. There will be time for slow later. Right now, I just need you inside me.”
With a groan of surrender, Nick reaches between us and spreads me in such an intimate way that for a moment I’m a little embarrassed, but then the hot, blunt head of him is at my entrance, and he’s pushing slowly inside, and all I can feel is excited and turned on and ready.
He holds my gaze as he moves, easing forward centimeter by cautious centimeter, obviously worried about hurting me.
“I’m fine,” I say, cradling his face. “It stings a little, but it’s also amazing. So amazing. I’m so happy to finally feel you like this. I love you so much.”
“I love you so much, too, baby,” he says, emotion thick in his voice as he kisses me. His tongue strokes against mine as he thrusts forward, burying himself deep.