Engaged in Passion (A Bridal Favors Novella) (16 page)

"That's the sound I was looking for," he said as he placed both hands on her hips and slowly eased her backwards until she ran right into the hot bulge in his pants. She gasped in delight, but as lovely as this was, her attention needed to be on the tarts.

"I'm going to drop the tray," she warned.

"No, you're not. Just go slow." He reached out to help her, but he didn't have any way to protect his hands. Besides, he was right. She had it. A second later, the tray was cooling on the worktable and his hands had slid up to cup her breasts.

She closed her eyes, letting her body relax back against him as his caress built the simmering excitement in her blood. By the time he started kissing her neck, she was reaching behind her to caress him. Since their engagement, she'd become very familiar with the heat of him, the hard length, and the way he growled deep in his throat when she did something he liked. He was making that noise now as he started unfasten her gown. It was a new one, worn specifically because he liked it. He said the deep red color showed off her skin and eyes to perfection, but he really appreciated the way the buttons were easy to slip open. Within moments, he had her dress, corset, and shift on the floor. And still she was pinned facing the worktable as he did wonderful things to her from behind.

"Anthony," she gasped as he pinched her nipples. "Anthony," she gasped again.

"Yes?" he murmured as he slid a hand between her thighs. She was already wet for him there, and she couldn't resist his insistent fingers.

"Anthony," she said, trying to grab onto some sanity. "Our wedding is in a month."

"I know," he said as his fingers pushed deep between her legs.

"I don't want to wait."

She felt him pause, his body stilling behind her. So she took the opportunity to firmly step away from him. She was naked except for her stockings and slippers, her body wet and thrumming with hunger. And as she turned around, she saw the look in his eyes that never failed to thrill her. It was dark and hungry, and it was all for her.

She grinned at him. "Take off your shirt, and I'll give you a reward."

She watched as he swallowed once. Then twice. Then he spoke, his voice thick and hoarse. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer of anything."

His shirt was gone in a heartbeat, and she got to look at the long, lean length of his torso. "Beautiful," she murmured.

He shook his head. "That's your name, not mine." Then he grinned. "What's my reward?"

She looked over at her tarts. One of them had broken open, the insides cooling quickly. To test it, she put her finger inside the gooey center. It was a little hot, but not too bad. So she scooped up the mixture and brought it to her lips. While he watched, she slowly licked it. Long strokes of her tongue, sweet nips of her teeth, and finally a long, slow suck to get all the cherry mixture off her fingers.

Anthony watched the whole time, his eyes dark, his nostrils flared and his organ thick and pronounced beneath his pants.

"Do that again," he rasped.

She shook her head. "Not unless you get as naked as I am." Then she smiled because she could see the worry in his eyes. "I insist, my love. I will not wait any longer." And then in the hopes that it would spur him on, she took some more cherry tart and smeared it lightly on her nipples. "Care to taste?" she asked.

He grinned. "You are getting bold, Francine."

She paused. "Is that wrong?"

"That is very, very right." Then he shucked his pants until he was as naked as she. More so, because he had disposed of his shoes. Then he glanced to the door with a frown. They were alone here in their new home, so she didn't know what worried him until he spoke. "Your first time should be in a bed."

She thought about that for a moment, then she shook her head. "I want to do it here. My happiest times have been in the kitchen. We met in the kitchen. I think—" Suddenly she had no more words because he was before her, his mouth on her nipple, sucking her while she gasped.

"I love cherry tart," he murmured as he went to her other breast. His tongue was thick as he licked her there, and she had to lean back on the worktable or she would have fallen. Her knees were so weak.

"Anthony," she gasped. "I have something. Over in my satchel."

"I have something, too," he said as he sucked on her breast until she cried out for the heat of it. She would have laughed. Anthony was not one to make jokes, but he had become so playful lately. So happy. And she adored it!

But she had to stop him. She had to! So she grabbed his head and pulled back enough so he looked directly at her. "Mr. Anthony Pierce!" she cried. "I mean to be debauched right here next to my cherry tarts. But I mean to do it in the right way!"

He blinked, his eyes somewhat dazed. "Am I doing it wrong?"

She giggled. "No, my love, but I have French letters. In my satchel."

He straightened, and his smile was delightfully lewd. "You were planning this," he accused.

She nodded. "Shall I help you?"

He shook his head, crossing quickly to her satchel. He found the condom easily enough, and she watched in fascination as he pulled it onto his organ. Then he looked at her, all tall and proud.

"Do you know you make me incredibly happy?" he asked.

She giggled and saw his eyes light up at the sound. "I have never been happier in my entire life," she said. "Now debauch me!"

He nodded, crossing to her in two quick strides. He kissed her then, hard and penetrating. Then he pulled her leg up to his hip, exposing her center to his organ. "I want children with you," he said as he began nibbling down her neck.

"I do, too."

"But for now," he said as his hand found her breast. "I want just you. Just..."

He thrust, entering her deeply and fully.

"You," he finished.

She hadn't cried out. The shock of his invasion was too sudden, too... full. But as he froze there, waiting for her, she began to breathe. "Just me," she whispered.

"Are you all right?"

She nodded slowly as she accustomed herself to him. "Am I debauched now?"

He smiled. "Thoroughly." He laughed, and the sensation made her gasp. "You are my heart, Francine. You have made all my dreams come true. I love you, Francine."

"I love you too," she said, awed that such a man could love her. And with the look in his eyes, she knew her own worth as never before. All because of him.

"Francine," he said, his expression growing fiercer. "I cannot wait anymore." And with that he began to move. Without even setting her down, he began to thrust into her. Deep and hard, and with each impact, she felt more strongly, more fully his. His woman, his love. And in a way, that made her heart sing, because for the first time in her life, she knew she deserved such love.

And as the tension in her belly grew, the joy magnified a hundredfold. A thousand.

"Anthony!" she cried. Her body soared into ecstasy.

A single thrust later, and he joined her. He cried out, his body shuddered, and she held on tightly.

And then a miracle happened. It came as her body eased, as the contractions slowed and the glow faded. It was a startling realization, and it filled her to bursting. And with it a joy that suffused everything until she felt as if she
was
love. She and Anthony together. They were love.

She looked him in the eyes and saw the same realization in his expression.

"Everything is going to perfect," she whispered.

He shook his head. "Everything already is."

The End

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