Beautiful Beginning(19)

He shook his head, giving in to the smile he was trying to fight. “I love

you anyway, too. And you can try your hardest, but it won’t work. You’re

not getting my dick again until we’re married.”



We brushed our teeth side by side and studied each other in the mirror. I

was wearing a thick cotton robe over my weapon of mass seduction, but

Bennett wore only his boxers, so I took some time to appreciate his naked

torso. I loved his man nipples, the dusting of hair on his chest, and the

definition of his shoulders, chest, and stomach. I lovingly counted the

six-pack and then stared at the trail of hair leading from his belly button

to beneath his boxer briefs. I wanted to lick that line and then taste the

smooth skin of his cock.

“Did you take a sleeping pill again?”

He shook his head, mouth wide as he brushed his back molars.

“I like your body,” I said around a mouthful of toothbrush.

He flashed me a foamy toothpaste smile. “Likewise.”

“Can I give you head?”

He bent to spit and rinse his mouth before saying simply, “No.”

“Want to give me a quickie from behind?”

He wiped his face on a towel and then placed a peck on the top of my head.

“No.”

“Handie?” I asked to his retreating form as he left the bathroom.

“No.”

I washed my face and walked out into the bedroom to join him. He was

already under the covers, reading some political nonfiction book.

“I’m going to try to not be insulted that there’s a military man on the

cover of that book and you just turned down a blow job.”

“Let me know how that works out for you,” he said, giving me a little

wink.

Shrugging, I stripped out of my robe and stood near him, wearing a tiny

mint-green thong with a skirt overlay in silk chiffon with delicate floral

embroidery and matching sheer bra. Thin silken garters held up the softest

nude stockings I’d ever worn.

He glanced up and did a quick double take, exhaling, “Christ,” under his

breath.

“Just some comfy jammies,” I said, hopping over him and climbing under

the covers. “I just love sleeping next to you when I’m wearing silk

garters and these flimsy, expensive panties.”

He adjusted the pillows behind his back and returned to his book, but I

counted to one hundred before he even turned his attention from one page to

the next, so I could tell there was no way he was actually reading

anything.

Sliding the covers down to expose my upper thighs, I curled into his side,

humming. “You should feel these stockings. They’re so delicate. I bet you

could just look at them and they’d rip.”

Bennett coughed, and then smiled patiently down at me. “I’m sure they

would. I bought them for you, after all.”

“But I’m just not sure I should sleep in them.” I frowned thoughtfully.

“Can you help me take them off?”

He hesitated for a beat, staring at his book before turning and placing it

carefully on the bedside table. And then he peeled the blankets all the way

off my legs and studied me in the muted light of the table lamp.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful,” he murmured, bending to kiss my neck, my

collarbone, and the top swell of my breast.

Victory exploded with adrenaline in my veins and I closed my eyes, arching

my spine so he could unclasp my bra, lifting my ass so he could carefully

remove the tiny skirt around my panties. But I opened my eyes, studying him

as he gently peeled the stockings down my legs, planting only a single kiss

on the inside of each knee.

Something was off.

When I lay only in my panties, Bennett looked up at me and smiled wickedly

before grasping them and sliding them down my legs, dropping them undamaged

on the floor beside the bed.

“Better?” he asked, stifling a laugh.

I glared at him, trying to burn a hole in his forehead with my eyes. “You

’re a prick.”

His eyes danced. “I know.”

“Do you know how much I want to feel you on top of me? Did you not see

that lingerie? It was ridiculous! You could have ripped it with your teeth!

”

“It was stunning.” Bennett bent and kissed my mouth so sweetly, so fully,

that my chest squeezed almost painfully in pleasure. “I know how much you

want it. I want it, too.” He nodded to his shorts, where he was so hard I

could see the tip of his cock pressing up from beneath the waistband. “I’

m asking you to trust me.”

He reached to turn off the light, and then turned so that he was on his

side facing me. “Tell me you love me.”

I ran my hands up his bare chest and into his hair. “I love you.”

“Now go to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day. The rest of the guests arrive, we

rehearse our wedding, and I am one day closer to being your husband. After