Hotshot (47 page)

“Bizzy,” I say softly.

“So many times, I didn’t think I was strong enough, but you were the one with the strength.”

“Stop, baby. Stop. It’s me who should be thanking you. After everything I’ve put you through, you found it in your heart to forgive me. It wasn’t me with strength, it was you. The minute you became Lizbeth Bennett, it finally felt real.”

Her face searches mine and a cocky smiles spreads across her lips. “I’m pretty sure it’s always felt real.” Her hand glides between us, stopping on my zipper and massaging through my pants.

My dick strains, rubbing painfully against the fabric. She winks slyly, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

“We are leaving now.” I pick her up and head to the exit.

“Stop, you barbarian! I’m not missing my wedding reception. Put me down.” She slaps on my chest.

“You can’t tease me like that and expect me to hang out with these people when I can have you under me in less than five minutes.”

“Yes, I can. The anticipation will make it so much more exciting.”

I quit walking and look down at her, my heart swelling with more love. “You know I can be persuasive when I have to be, right?”

“Yes, but I also know you’re going to let me enjoy my wedding day.” She chews on her lower lip and flutters her eyes, knowing I’ll never say no to her.

“Tonight should be interesting.” My mind races with all the ways I’m going to fuck her.

“Why is that?”

“Because once I get you alone, I’m going to show you exactly how I feel about your heartfelt speech that turned into seduction. You won’t be able to walk onto that plane tomorrow.”

Her eyes grow heated with lust. “That’s something to look forward to.”

My hands travel over her hips, up her sides, and stop when I reach the bare skin of her shoulders. The cool satin of her wedding dress is a direct contrast of the heat radiating from my body. I brush her hair to the side, giving me full access to her neck.

“Have I told you how breathtaking you look today?” I whisper against her ear.

“You may have mentioned it,” she replies sweetly.

“My problem is where to start. From the moment I saw you today, I’ve wanted to be inside you while you’re wearing this dress, knowing I’ve never seen anything as beautiful.”

My tongue sweeps along her neck, creating a path between her jaw and collarbone. I nibble lightly, feeling her breath hitch. “But now, I think I’ve changed my mind.”

I slide my hand around and lower the zipper slowly, while continuing to kiss her skin lazily. When I’ve gone as far as I can, I step back and watch the dress fall in a pool at her feet.

I swallow hard as my heart starts to hammer in my chest. It’s like I’m seeing her for the first time as she stands before me in nothing but white lace. The lingerie is skimpy, revealing everything underneath, and my dick starts to throb against my zipper.

I rake my eyes up and down her body, licking my lips in appreciation, and wondering where to start.

“Surprise.” She steps over the pile and right back into my arms.

“Exquisite.”

She raises up on her toes, kissing me slowly. She tastes like champagne and chocolate, and I inhale her, not able to get enough. Her hands move to my shoulders, pushing my jacket to the ground, and she starts undoing the buttons on my shirt, never taking her mouth from mine. Expertly, she unclasps my cufflinks and then my shirt is gone, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. My hands slide down the silky smooth skin of her back, until I reach her waist and the thin strip of lace holding her panties up.

When I touch the bare skin of her ass and know what she’s been hiding from me under her dress, I growl against her tongue. My fingers glide directly to the front of the lace and start playing with her clit.

She whimpers, breaking away and moving her hands to my pants, going straight for my zipper. The second her hand grasps my dick, I let out a hungry growl. Like every time we touch, she’s unraveling me.

I remove my hand and make quick work of kicking off my shoes and socks before stripping out of my pants. When I look up, Bizzy’s eyeing me appreciatively with a seductive grin on her lips.

She slowly bends down and reaches for the straps on her shoes, but I move quicker, picking her up and stalking to the bed.

“The shoes stay, for now.”

Once I lay her down, I take one more glance before I start to kiss down her chest, pausing only to pull the bra to the side to expose her nipples, both tight and begging for attention. I circle my tongue around one, then the other, as she arches into me.

My teeth graze her breastbone and easily snap open the clasp of her bra, which falls to the sides. She gives a little purr, her calves rubbing up my thighs and the heels of her shoes scraping lightly. The plan was to go slow, savor every inch of her, and reconfirm my undying commitment as I made love to her for our first time as man and wife. But a sense of desperation begins to build, and my control disappears.

My lips trail all the way down her body, leaving kisses everywhere until I reach her ankle and slowly remove her shoe, then repeat the process on the other foot. At last, the only thing between us is the flimsy lace g-string, which is visibly soaking wet.

My dick lurches, blood rushing to it painfully, and all control snaps. I’ll do slow and sweet later, but now, I need to taste her, touch her, and hear her scream. I reach up and tear the sides of the lace, ripping it from her body and tossing over my shoulder.

There’s a roaring in my ears when I see that she’s completely bare. Her sweet pussy looks like creamy silk. She’s smooth everywhere.

“Surprise,” she repeats again, in a husky, throaty voice, spreading her knees across the bed.

I can’t form the words, but I’m pretty sure my heart and my dick can’t take another surprise tonight. My mouth waters as I kiss back up her thighs and finally swipe my tongue along her lips. The first taste of her sets off a primal need, one that will only be satisfied when she shouts my name.

I nuzzle my beard around the sensitive area then bury my tongue inside her as far as possible. Her hands go to my head as I swirl, lick, and suck. She starts to whimper and rumble, signaling she is close. My balls tighten to the point of pain at the sound, but I can’t stop. She clutches at my scalp, and squeezes her thighs. I flick my tongue against her clit, and she bucks hard, calling my name as she flies apart, her legs falling to the side.

I don’t wait for her to come down, moving up fast and aligning my throbbing dick at her entrance. It takes every ounce of willpower not to slam into her the instant I see her underneath me. Her dark hair is tousled wildly on the bed, her body is trembling, and her eyes are boring into mine. If possible, I become even more obsessed with my wife as she stares at me with so much love and longing.

Slowly, I sink into her, feeling every inch of her accept me. My teeth grind together when she lets out a moan, closing her eyes and arching her hips and back. I brace my shaky arms on each side of her shoulders and lower my mouth to hers, kissing her at the same rhythm I move inside.

Her hand moves to my back as she starts to thrust against me, meeting me with every stroke. It doesn’t take long before I have to lift away for air. My movements speed as I rock into her. Electric sensations shoot up and down my spine, and I can’t hold back anymore.

“Bizzy—”

“I’m with you.” Her fingertips dig into my shoulder blades as she lifts up, clenching her around my dick.

We both let out a cry as I surge once more and explode, coming so hard, my vision blurs.

My arms give out and I fall to my elbows, framing her face in my hands. We both fight to regain our breaths our hearts beating together.

I was wrong earlier. I’m not only obsessed, I’m possessed by this woman.

She blinks a few times, her eyes clearing as they land on mine.

“I think I married well, Mr. Bennett.” A sexy smile forms on her lips, as her hands slide up and down my back.

Just like that, my dick jerks, still inside her, and I’m ready to go again.

“We have a lifetime to prove that.” I lean in and smooth my lips over hers.

Then I start moving again, this time determined to go slow. This is going to be a night she’ll never forget.

Bizzy

One Month Later

The waves beat against the sand, a warm breeze filling the living room from the open balcony. I pour two mugs of coffee and walk back to the bedroom, where Shaw is grumbling. I stop in the doorway to appreciate the view. He’s propped on a pillow, one arm cocked behind his head, the other holding the phone to his ear. The thin sheet barely covers his waist, where he’s completely naked underneath. I lick my lips, staring at his tan torso, until his throat clears.

He rolls his eyes at me, as I practically skip back to him, setting our cups on the nightstand and crawling into his side.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what she wants. Tell her to get her own nanny.”

Caldwell’s response is muffled.

“She can pay for that, too. I’m not playing her game. She made her bed, she can lie in it. I’m done. If she tries to poach our nanny, she’ll regret it. It’s bad enough I have to split custody fifty-fifty.”

More muffled conversation.

“Anything else?”

I move closer to try and hear, but it’s useless.

“Well, next time, tell her to go fuck herself. This is exactly why I don’t deal with her.”

This time, I hear laughing.

“Okay, man, thanks. I’ll tell Bizzy, too. Make sure you mention to Sasha I want Brayden at my house no later than six next Sunday. No excuses. She pulled that shit when we got home from our honeymoon, and it wasn’t cool.”

He hangs up and throws his phone across the bed, his arms circling me.

“Let me break it down. She’s freaked out about his teething and wanted to know what I do to calm him, then she’s decided we need to nanny share and wants you to agree?” I guess.

“Basically, but Mom’s handling the teething thing. She’s sending an email this morning. Sasha fucks with our nanny, I’ll be pissed.”

“We only have her part time. She could technically work for Sasha, too.”

“Bullshit, that’s why I pay her so well. Sasha’s trying to be sneaky, but I’m onto her.”

“We have nothing to worry about. She’s not fond of Sasha, but she’s crazy about Brayden.”

“She’s a smart girl. I’m glad you found her.” He kisses the top of my head.

“So let’s forget that phone call and go back to enjoying our Saturday,” I suggest, snuggling closer.

“I like that idea. Why are you dressed?” His hand snakes down to my hip and tugs on the hem of my nightgown.

“Because we needed coffee.”

At the mention, he twists and comes back with the two mugs. I sit up beside him and take one.

“So, I’ve been thinking about something.” I eye him over the rim of my cup.

“And that is?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’m going to start the process of moving to PRN.”

There’s a flare in his eyes as he takes a sip and waits for me to continue.

“It’s part of my long term plan.”

“Do I know about this long term plan?”

“Sort of, but I’m telling you now. Having Brayden has taught me a lot.”

“What is that?”

I take both our cups and put them back on the nightstand then swing my legs over his to straddle him. His eyes start to heat as he bucks into me. “This sounds like my kind of plan.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“It might be, so listen to me.”

“How can I not when your pussy is grinding against me?”

“Shaw!” I swat at his roaming hands. “I’m being serious.”

“I am, too.”

I grab his wrists and lock them down on his chest. “So, I was thinking about the future.”

He freezes, his eyes now alert.

“I know we’re newly married, but—”

“Bizzy, spit it out.”

I draw in a deep breath and look him straight in the eyes. “I’m ready to give you a daughter.”

His face transforms as he realizes what I’m saying, remembering our conversation on the boat last year.

“I saw my doctor last week, and we did some tests. She also did some research and found extensive encouraging results. I’ve stopped taking the pill and I’m not sure about the timing of things yet. But when you’re ready to try, I am too.”