No Perfect Hero(112)

How could I dream of saying no?

Three seconds later, he's got me bent over, tearing off my panties with his teeth. Warren's beard crisscrosses up my thighs as he kisses up, licking and biting, making me all too aware he was far from the only one suffering through the reception.

I've been wet and aching for hours. So damn ready to be under my husband.

Maybe it's the baby hormones making it worse. Whatever the case, the instant my legs tremble and a loud moan escapes my lips, I just know it's going to be one wild wedding night.

Warren pulls my legs apart, pushing his face deeper, kissing and stroking my slick folds with his tongue. I'm coming apart in a matter of seconds, slouched on the bed, arms stretched over my head and grabbing at the covers.

Holy hell.

“Oh, yeah. There!” I gasp as he finds my clit, smothering it with broad, tense licks that nearly burn me down. “Warren!”

He only slows down for a single sentence, pushing me onto his beard, making me ride his face. He might be smothered in my wetness, but there's no doubt at all who's large and in charge, who's guiding every bit of my pleasure I grind against him, my muscles so electrified it hurts.

“Fuckin' perfect pussy, Hay.”

Perfect pussy. And he reminds me how perfectly talented he is at making it sing as he brings me off on his mouth, this clutching orgasm that shoots through my body like a meteor, douses my brain, and has my eyes rolling to the seventh heaven.

Oh, hell. If this is how married life begins, I wonder how it'll ever be better.

And I thought the night he planted his seed was the hottest.

Remembering how hot, how crazed, how furiously he slammed his body into mine just makes my O come harder. Warren was full beast mode that night, this feral thing, dark ink and seething muscles, pinning me down. His teeth sank into my shoulder as his balls let go, heaving his fire into my depths, too potent for the pill I took religiously.

God.

And now I'm thoroughly reminded how crazy he makes me as I force my eyes open, still shaking, turning to meet him. “Warren...”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You see something you like.” He's smirking, pulling off his suit, giving me the world's most eloquent strip tease.

It's a strange, wonderful thing, watching him peel off the most refined thing I've ever seen him wear, exposing the wild mountain man underneath.

There's no question. No matter how many times I see him get naked, I'll never get tired of this incredible, handsome, outrageous man.

Just like I'll never tire of how he's on me.

“Hay,” he growls, his first kiss a gentle wave of heat.

Mush. That's what I am. Just soft, warm, feely, and horny as all Hades mush as my husband takes my mouth, and then takes me over.

The thing they never tell you about honeymoons is just how fast they blur by. Even when I'm sure I'm having the best sex of my life, it's all over in a breathless night that seems like an instant. But it belongs to me and him, man and wife, tonight and forever.

There's Warren, on my lips, his tongue chasing mine so deep, teasing ragged whimpers out of me.

Warren, on my nipples, teasing them until I'm just a shuddering mess.

And Warren, between my legs, taking me every which way.

His cock hammers against me so sweetly I'm shaken to my core. His thrusts are all power, quaking to my bones, this glorious strike of his steel on my molten heat. On me, in me, deeper and deeper.

The last time, I'm bent over, lost in total rapture. My lips are pursed, and my whole body trembles. I'm sure it's going to rip me apart when he comes inside me again, my pussy already on the edge, waiting for my husband.

“Warren,” I whisper, sucking my bottom lip. “Warren, please!”

His fingers tighten on my ass. His thrusts quicken, deepen, so wickedly close to pushing me over. But I don't want to go alone.

“You really want this bad, darlin'?”

“No, need!”

I sense him smiling behind me. Cocky as hell, but of course I wouldn't have it any other way. If there's one thing Warren Ford delights in, it's sexing my soul out of my body and putting the pieces back together with his kiss.

“Fuck,” I hear him growl, his voice an octave lower, the only warning I get. “Fuck, let's go! Come on this dick that's yours now forever.”

And I'm gone.

My whole body arches as he lets out a groan like the world ending. Our bodies press together, tangled, and his cock swells in my depths. Then there's just my pussy clutching at his swelling hardness, wringing him dry, two bundles of nerves dipped in oneness and lit on fire.

Holy hell?

No, it's heaven. Nirvana. Paradise.

Just a white-hot wave that sweeps us up. He brings me off so hard, emptying himself in me, my legs shaking so hard my jaw pinches tight, muffling the screams working out of me.

Thank God.

Because the last thing we need are loud, angry complaints from the other cabins on Ms. Wilma's property the night before we take off for Cancun.

I'm still a mess of heat and twitching limbs and sweet memories when I fall into his arms, into his kiss. We taste each other for a good, long minute, savoring the afterglow.

“God. That was...I almost thought it might be our last night, Warren.”

He grins. “Practice makes perfect, darlin'. We've got a whole life ahead to fuck each other's brains out.”