One Bossy Offer (141)

I soak the sheets, and if I didn’t see him proudly wiping his lips when he comes up while my senses reset, I think I’d be shamed for life.

“Always be my little firecracker. Love the way you come so hard for me, kitten,” he whispers, fusing his mouth to mine before I can respond.

We kiss until we can’t stand it.

Until his teeth catch my bottom lip and pull insistently.

Until his thick, rough hand sweeps my legs apart, and his full weight eclipses me like a second shadow.

His arms go behind my back and his hands find my hair.

I’m pressed to him without an inch of space.

In one thrust, he’s in me, rendering us both breathless.

It’s amazing, and still not enough.

“Miles, fuck me,” I whisper harshly. “Be as rough as you want.”

I tilt my head forward, frantically searching his eyes, offering him an invitation that will always be open.

And the silver-blue animal glint in his eyes says he gladly accepts. Then his mouth covers mine again and his tongue thrusts in, claiming me.

I’m mounted by a man who’s more wolf than mild-mannered husband.

I’m invaded with pleasure, overwhelmed in every way.

I’m marked with his teeth against my throat, and I bite his shoulder.

His hips work like pistons.

I arch up to meet his thrusts with soft pleas each time, shocking myself with how fast I come on his cock.

When I’m close for the third time, his strokes quicken, throwing him into me so hard each stroke shoves me deep into the mattress. He uses me so good, his cock grinding my depths, his pubic bone raking my clit until my head snaps back and everything convulses.

I feel him swell and groan and shudder with release.

Coming!

Our first orgasm together as man and wife shreds me, leaves my body jelly, but deliciously tingly in all the right places.

I’m catapulted to the stars and brought down on a cotton candy cloud that smells, tastes, and feels like Miles Cromwell.

And my husband’s tongue is urgent and intense as he rakes mine. As he holds himself in me like he wants to push his seed deeper—so deep—conquering me from the inside out.

“Fucking damn, Jenn. Damn.” His voice is so rough it’s barely human.

He pulses inside me and my body clenches around him as he thrusts again, driving to the very limits.

“Miles, yes!”

Together, we go down shaking.

Together, we collapse as he drops his head to my shoulder and slowly, almost angrily pulls out of me.

Together, we hold each other, stroking each other’s hair, staring into each other’s eyes like we can see eternity ahead.

“Jennifer Cromwell, I love you more than life itself.” His lips meet mine again.

“And I love you because you are my life,” I whisper, remembering Gram’s letter.

Call it sickeningly sweet. Cheesy.

I don’t care.

It’s branded in my heart.

Most importantly, it’s ours.





On the plane the next day, I decide to let him in on my secret and hand him Gram’s letter.

“What’s this?”

“Gram’s attorney delivered it before the wedding. The letter is for me, but I think you should read it too. What she did was as much for you as it was for me.”

“What did she do?”

“Played cupid, bless her heart. She made sure we’d butt heads and fall madly in love.” I’m almost giddy when I imagine the pointed smile on Gram’s face as she schemed this up.

He leans over, smiling, and kisses me. “Thank God she did. Don’t know what the hell I’d be without you.”

I’m quiet for a minute, trying to figure out how to say this.

It’s our honeymoon. I don’t want things to get too heavy. But I’ve thought about it ever since I read the letter.

“I have to tell you something.” I look at him intently.

He laces his fingers through mine. “As long as it’s good news. Nothing else allowed on our honeymoon, kitten. I’m sure it’s a law in the Turks and Caicos, too.”

My smile goes lopsided as he brings our intertwined hands to his lips and kisses my fingers.

“It’s been on my mind a lot lately. You’ve lost so much in your life. I know that, and I know you think everyone leaves you behind, but they don’t. You were friends with my grandma. When she left, she gave us this.”

His grip on my hand tightens.

“Your dad taught you to paint. He can’t be here anymore, but you’ll always have your art. I never knew your mom, so I can’t guess what she left you. But I’m sure she’s always with you, whether you know it or not.”

“She showed me what love should be,” he answers slowly. “They both did. I never forgot that, even when everything went to hell...” He pulls me into his lap. “Now, if you’re done with the sappy shit, Mrs. Cromwell.”

His mouth covers mine with a kiss that’s warming and dirty and too enticing.

“Be nice. The flight attendant will get upset.”

“It’s a private plane. The flight attendant makes twice the usual commercial salary to put up with me breaking the rules.”

I giggle and he kisses me.