MARRYING MR. RIGHT (The Brides of Hilton Head Island Book 3) (10 page)

Chapter Eleven

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he freezing cold January air clung to Taylor’s face as she and Zeke embraced each other in front of the Eiffel Tower. Being in Zeke’s arms like this seemed unreal. Like she was dreaming. If she was dreaming, she prayed she’d never wake up.

                            With their noses touching, Taylor’s gaze soaked up Zeke’s dreary eyes. Smooching his sexy lips together, he pecked her lips. “Doing all this tourist stuff, have I worn you out yet?” Zeke’s husky voice rolled over her, making her nipples tingle.

                            She dreamed of being made love to tonight. “Not hardly. I’m having the time of my life, and I never want it to end.”

                            Zeke’s sexy mouth pulled into a grin. “Ditto.”

                            Zeke and Taylor had explored Paris a lot today. They’d had the wonderful pleasure of sightseeing the National Museum of Modern Art, The Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, and now they stood wrapped in each other’s arms in front of the Eiffel Tower.

                            Wanting always to remember this beautiful romantic moment, Taylor snuggled her head against Zeke’s thick chest and looked up at the beautiful Eiffel Tower sculpture.

                            Purple hues made a beautiful backlash in the sky as evening neared. The fading sun lowered to the horizon. Tourists walked along the grounds, some snapping photos of their surroundings. Being with Zeke like this made Taylor elated.

                            Struggling not to cry happy tears, Taylor’s nose burned. Her eyes moistened. And so did her sex. Yep. It got wet there, too. How could it not? One of the finest men in the world was holding her like he adored her. Like he loved her. Like a wife he could never get enough of. Like a wife he couldn’t live without.

                            “Do you mind if I take a selfie of us?” Taylor wondered.

                            “As long as you send it to me, go right ahead.”

                            Taylor extracted her cell from her purse, put her cheek to Zeke’s, and snapped the photo of the two of them looking madly in love in front of one of the most beautiful pieces of art she’d ever seen. Although she’d seen the Eiffel Tower many times before today, it still felt like it was her very first time. Maybe it felt that way because she now looked at it through a different set of eyes. Eyes filled with love. Hope. And promise. Zeke had given her the gift to look at things differently. For that, she’d forever be grateful.   

                            Zeke and Taylor strolled hand in hand along the emerald grass. Making their way toward the street to catch a taxi, Zeke stated, “Would you like to go to dinner tonight?”

                            She’d much rather be at home in private with him instead, she thought, yet still contemplated it. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to pick up something to eat.”

                            “What do you have in mind for dinner?”

                            “A salad.”

                            “A salad?” Zeke chuckled. “What else?” he asked, flagging down a taxi as they stood on a tiny bridge above the Seine. The taxi pulled up on the curb and slowed. Just as Zeke pulled open the back door of the taxi for her, a romantic Paris cruise ship passed by, sailing the Seine. “A big guy like me needs more than a salad for dinner.”

                            “And a model like me has to keep her figure in shape. So all I’m eating is a salad tonight,” Taylor said, then slid in the backseat of the taxi.

                            Zeke climbed in behind her. After giving the driver Taylor’s address, he cupped her hand. Taylor loved how touchy-feely Zeke was. In many ways, he was still the same old Zeke. In other ways, he was a much different person. Either way, he was too good to be true.

                            “Speaking of figure,” he broached the subject again, “you have a very nice body, Taylor. I hope you don’t sit around worrying about your shape. It wouldn’t matter to me if you were a size zero or a size-twenty six, I’d still love you, my love. Being in shape is a good thing, but more importantly, I’m concerned with what’s in a person’s heart. Your heart is good, Taylor. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

                            Hearing Zeke say he’d love her even if she got big made her heart squeeze. “I wouldn’t care if you lost your figure either.”

                            Zeke chuckled. “That’s good to know, because the way I eat,” he patted his stomach, “there’s no telling what may happen to this body of mine.”

                            “You’re so physically fit. You must exercise all the time.”

                            “As a matter of fact, I do. Started in college, and haven’t slowed down since. Exercising relaxes me. Help me deal with stress. After I lost you…” Zeke’s words trailed off. A sullen expression showed on his face. “Let’s think of happy times only tonight,” he quickly changed the subject.

                           
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can’t wait to run my hands all over his muscles.
Hoping Zeke would finally try to make love to her this evening, Taylor’s sex throbbed. She’d never had sex with a man other than Zeke, and that was when she was a little girl; she needed to know what it felt like to have sex as a woman now. Once they made love, she prayed she didn’t disappoint him from her lack of sexual experience.

                            Head over heels for him, she laid her head on his shoulder. Zeke’s spicy cologne traveled up her nose, enticing her. Making her more excited.

                            Bright city lights and billboards radiated brightly throughout the romantic city, flashing sporadically inside the taxi. Long minutes later, the taxi pulled up to her apartment and dropped them off.

                            Taylor pushed through the door of her apartment, with Zeke towing behind her. His bold presence stalking so closely behind her caused heat to smolder through her bones. From her breasts, to her sex, to her toes, this hunk disturbed her libido in every way possible. 

                            Dropping her purse on the couch, she walked over to the intercom. In the mood for cuddling and hot sex, Taylor pressed the button on the wall. Slow R&B melodies sailed from the speakers, softly resounding throughout her entire apartment.

                            Linking her gaze with Zeke’s, Taylor walked back over to where he stood, in front of the sofa. He delicately pushed her bangs from her forehead, then his fingers slowly undid the buttons on her white trench coat. “This color coat looks great with your skin complexion. Makes you look soft and elegant.”

                            “Thanks.” Shrugging her arms from the sleeves of the thick coat, Taylor turned her back to Zeke. Zeke’s big hands wrapped around the fabric of her sleeves and helped remove the coat from her warm, tingling body.
He’s such a gentleman,
she thought, her back still to him.

                           
Desiring to turn around and kiss him
,
Taylor took a step forward. Zeke softly touched her shoulders, seizing her. With her back to him, he pressed his hard length into her rear. Tingles spread through her veins like hot oil.
He’s hard. Oh, how I want him.

                            Caressing Taylor’s shoulders, Zeke dropped his lips to her ear and breathed hotly. “Thank you for spending the whole day with me. I want to make love to you, Taylor. Let me pleasure your body like I used to, only better. Tonight. Now.” His deep voice heightened her arousal. Fire and desire coursed through Taylor’s veins. Fluid excreted from her vagina and wet her panties. No one but Zeke had this kind of effect on her.               

                            Taylor slowly turned around to face Zeke. Dark brown wiry hair grazed his shoulders. Heated desire flickered in his dark brown pupils. When he swallowed, the ball in his thick neck glided up and down. The man looked as if he could eat her alive, and she hoped like hell he did. All the models bragged about how good oral sex felt, and she couldn’t wait for Zeke’s long tongue to show her.             

                            Taylor cupped Zeke’s jaw. “I’ve waited ten long years for this, Zeke. Make love to me. Now.”

                            Zeke’s mouth descended down roughly onto Taylor’s. Groaning hoarsely, he thrashed his tongue into her mouth and twined it with hers. Sucking. Pulling. Tugging. Waves of heat flooded Taylor. His scorching kiss sent new spirals of ecstasy shooting through her.

                            Keeping his mouth intact with hers, Zeke zipped down Taylor’s black pants and removed them. Rolling her red sweater over her head, he grinded his erection into her stomach. Sucking on her tongue, he motioned his head backwards, his juicy tongue slipping from between her burning lips.

              Zeke’s eyes kissed Taylor’s body as she now stood in front of him wearing a hot pink lace bra with matching panties. His hands caressing her arms, love filled his irises.

              Suddenly, his hands paused.

              He took a step backward. For a moment he said nothing, just stared at her. His gaze left her face, slid down over her perched breasts, lowered to her abdomen. Her hips. Her thighs. Her long legs, and then her toes.

              Zeke’s appraising eyes climbed back up the length of Taylor’s body to her face again. “You’re so damn beautiful. Sexy. Mine.” Eyes flickering with heated desire, he closed the distance between them. His lips brushed against hers as he spoke, “Yes, Taylor. I’m staking my claim. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” A lusty groan broke from her mouth, shot into his.

              Zeke fully captured Taylor’s mouth. He jerked Taylor off her feet. Carrying her to the bedroom, his ravaging mouth never left hers. Lips hard and searching, and exploring, he finally tore away his mouth. 

              Once inside Taylor’s master bedroom, Zeke turned back the covers on her bed and gently lowered her to the mattress. He glanced back over his shoulder at the fireplace near the wall, then back at her. “Mind if I turn the fireplace on?’

              Shaking her head, a dull ache formed in her center. “Please do.”
Please hurry up and get inside me, I’m hurting. Bad.
Taylor felt as if she could cum just from looking at the tall, muscular stallion.

              Zeke stalked over to the gas fireplace and flicked the button on the wall. The ignited logs burst into hot orange flames. He turned around and went and stood at the foot of the bed. Anxious to see him naked, Taylor spread her legs on the cranberry silk sheets and beckoned him to climb on top of her. Make wild burning love to her. Lick her with his long tongue until she got dry.

              Peering down at her, Zeke removed his emerald sweater, then his navy jeans.
Good Lord.
His erection looked like a big cucumber inside the black boxer briefs he wore. Waiting for him to remove his underwear, Taylor’s heart pounded hard beneath her breast.

              Clit throbbing, she eased up on her elbows. Bent her legs at the knees. Watched in yearning for Zeke to take off his underwear.

              Keeping his sexy gaze locked with hers, Zeke rolled his underwear down his long, hairy legs, freeing his erection. Water seeped from the pores inside Taylor’s mouth. Zeke’s steely, cream-colored shaft pointed straight out. Starting with his round, glorious head, the skin on his thick erection pulled tight. Veins bulged at the sides. Hung like a horse, his round balls looked big, too.             

              When Zeke took a step forward, his shaft swung.
Oh my.
He huskily stated, “I haven’t even touched you yet, and my head is leaking.”

              Taylor’s breathing heightened with erotic anticipation. “Touch me, Zeke. Touch me. Please.” Taylor opened and closed her thighs. Opened and closed them again.

              Smoldering heat flickered Zeke’s eyes as he climbed on top of Taylor. Hovering over her, he reached around to her back, unsnapped her bra, and pushed the straps from her shoulders one at a time. Tossing her bra to the floor, he stuck his tongue out, dropped his head, and flicked his delicious tongue over her pea-like nipple. Fire and desire coursed through her freaking veins. She groaned huskily.

              Sucking gently on her tender breast, his hands moved urgently to remove her panties and throw them to the floor. Zeke released her lips. His eyes traveled over her belly and stopped when they reached her shaven womanhood. “Your sex is bald. Glistening with juices. I love it.” Zeke put his forehead to hers. “Oh, Taylor. You’ve got me so worked up, I’m about to burst, my love.”

              Taylor’s labia quivered. “I’m about to cum, too.”

              Zeke nipped at her bottom lip with his sharp teeth. He kissed her right eye, then her left. He placed a series of heated kisses on her face. Lips pecking on her neck, his mouth descended downward to her right breast. He cupped her mound in his hand, sucked her nipple into his mouth.

              Taylor groaned. Palming the back of Zeke’s head, his silky hair strands glided through her fingers as she mashed her sensitive breast into his face. His mouth left her right breast to pay attention to the left one.