Craving Him (18 page)

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Ben

The moment I spotted Emmy advancing toward me down the center aisle, unshed tears in her eyes, I knew I’d love her forever. I could just picture us old and gray, sitting together telling stories of my modeling days and our adventures in Paris.

Seeing her walk down the aisle, watching the soft whoosh of her dress, the subtle sway of her hips, the tender way her hand rested on her father’s forearm . . . all of it captivated me. But when she reached me at the altar I fought back a misty feeling forming behind my eyes. I’d never seen something so sweet. I couldn’t imagine how someone so honest, so pure could love me for me. But Emmy did. Deeply. And I could see that reflected back at me from those gorgeous, bluish-gray eyes. She looked stunning. That was all I could focus on during the brief but loving ceremony, which was very Emmy. Simple yet elegant—and of course genuine.

Now we were joined on the dance floor, surrounded by our closest friends and relatives. I held her in my arms, swaying to the soulful melody played by the band. Life was perfect. My girl was mine. Forever.

Our families were getting along well; the only hitch came when Emmy’s mom spotted my mother’s date. I thought her eyeballs were going to fall out of her head when she saw the guy my mom had brought to the reception. The guy couldn’t have been over twenty-five. Oh well.

I rarely heard anything about Fiona. Only that her baby girl had been born. A little thing she’d named Alice. I was happy for her. She’d gotten what she so desperately wanted—to be a mother. And her brand-new daughter kept her too busy to interfere in our lives.

The change in our lifestyle had been nice. With Emmy running the charity, not everything was about my modeling career anymore. I was looking forward to all that lay ahead for us, beginning with a month-long honeymoon to St. Barts.

“Ben,” Emmy said as she threaded her fingers through the hair at the back of my neck.

“Yeah, baby?” I bent lower to brush my lips past her ear.

“I want . . .” she paused, stopping herself.

“What?”

“Um, nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Never mind. It’s a bad idea.”

She had me intrigued. I cocked an eyebrow, challenging her to continue as her eyes fluttered to the floor. “Look at me.” Her gaze latched onto mine once again. “Tell me.”

“I want you,” she admitted softly.

“You’ll have me later. Several times,” I promised.

She whimpered softly, her fingers tightening in my locks. “I want you right now.”

“Fuck, baby, you can’t say things like that.”

“I need you deep inside me, please,” she begged softly, keeping her voice low so no one could overhear our conversation.

Shit, her great uncle Rudy was dancing just beside us, and I could see her father and brother standing at the bar, their eyes flitting over to me and Emmy every now and again.

“Take me somewhere private . . .” she whispered.

“Look at me,” I commanded. Her eyes lifted to mine. “Will you be quiet and behave like a good wife while I fuck you?”

A little groan tumbled from her parted pink lips and she quickly nodded.

I knew it was a bad idea, but my dick sprang to life on the dance floor, forcing me to tow her from the reception hall.

I laced her fingers between mine, loving the feel of the diamond ring brushing the inside of my hand. With one hand at the small of her back, I led her down a quiet hallway. At this time of night the hotel was all but deserted. I didn’t know where I was taking her—a coat closet, an unoccupied office—but I settled for a women’s restroom tucked down a seldom-used hallway in the back of the hotel.

Turning her to face me, I captured her mouth in a hungry kiss and used my back to push open the bathroom door, walking us backward through the doorway. Emmy’s hands were instantly at my belt, making a tiny groan rumble in my chest. I loved knowing how badly she wanted me.

“Ben, I need you,” Emmy whined.

“I know, baby. I want to fuck you so bad.” How the fuck would I get her out of this dress? Since I had no clue how I’d get her dress off her, I figured I’d have to take her with it on, a thought that made me rock hard.

Emmy pulled me toward the stall at the end, stopping to point at something on the floor and giggled. “Look. There are panties on the floor.”

“Looks like we weren’t the only ones with this idea. Our romantic wedding makes panties drop.”

I chuckled softly, spotting the pair of pink frilly panties that lay discarded in the center of the room.

After a moment’s hesitation, Emmy asked, “Ellie? Is that you?”

What the hell?

I peered underneath the stall door and spotted a pair of men’s black Italian loafers just like the ones I wore and a pair of silver strappy high-heeled sandals. Fucking Braydon. And Ellie. Now there was an odd pair. They fought like damn cats and dogs.

“Yeah, um, Braydon’s just helping me, um, find my contact,” Ellie said, her voice husky and uneven.

Emmy hesitated just a moment, her brow pinching in confusion. “You don’t wear contacts.”

I chuckled again. Fucking Braydon. He made panties drop, I’d give him that.

“Yes, but I’m thinking of starting and I wanted to be sure . . .” Ellie continued.

I was about to intervene, to tug Emmy from the room and give them the privacy they obviously desired, when Braydon’s stern voice answered, “We’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Got it. And we’ll see you shortly,” I said. Taking Emmy’s hand, I pulled her from the room.

We needed to rejoin our reception and spend time with our friends and families. But Emmy’s flushed pink cheeks and fluttering pulse told me she needed relief. And fuck, so did I.

“Shall we go back in and say goodnight to everyone?” I asked, hesitating with her outside the doors to the ballroom.

She nodded. “Yes, but let’s make it quick.”

Returning to our reception was the right thing to do, though all I wanted was to get her naked underneath me.

We enjoyed a few more dances, made all the more erotic by our aroused state. When I couldn’t stand the desperate look in Emmy’s eyes any longer, we said our good-byes and I led her to the elevators.

Once inside the elevator, I punched the button for the floor to our suite. Circling one hand around the back of her neck, I latched her mouth to mine. By the time the elevator rolled to a stop her breathing was hard and ragged.

“This way.”

She didn’t speak. She just placed her hand on my arm and followed me.

Pushing open the door to our honeymoon suite, I removed my jacket, tossing it over an armchair in the opulent living room.

“Come here,” I commanded, my voice low.

Emmy’s eyes danced on mine as she crossed the room toward me.

I bent to one knee and raised her dress from the floor, lightly trailing my fingertips over her smooth calves. I removed each high-heeled shoe, certain she was ready to be done wearing them, even though they were sexy as fuck and she’d look stunning wearing nothing but them.

I rose to my feet and stood before her. “On your knees, Mrs. Shaw.”

A soft whimper tumbled from her parted lips and she obeyed, lowering herself to her knees in front of me. Pretty gray eyes watched mine as her fingers fumbled to open my pants. She gripped my dick through the fabric, making a tortured groan rumble in my chest.

Her eyes widened at the sound as she lowered my zipper and pulled down my pants and boxer briefs, allowing me to spring free. Emmy gripped my base and guided me into her open mouth. Her warmth closed around my tip and I let out a strangled moan.

“Shit,” I cursed, pushing my fingers into her hair. I loved looking down to watch her pleasure me. The way she swirled her tongue and licked me up and down while cradling my balls in one hand, circling my shaft with the other, was fucking incredible. I pulled myself free from her mouth and took her hand to urge her up.

Emmy rose on shaking feet and blinked up at me.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed and I set to work removing her dress, undoing all the tiny little buttons running down her spine. Finally her dress slid down her body and pooled at the floor around her feet.

“Step out of it.” I took her hand and helped her. Emmy faced me, wearing just a little white lace thong and a matching strapless bra. I surveyed her up and down. Creamy smooth skin, full pink lips, generous swell of cleavage that rose and fell with her quick breaths.

I pushed down her bra, exposing her breasts. God, she had perfect tits. More than enough to fill my palms and perky pink nipples. I thumbed one peak and lowered my mouth to tease the other. Emmy pushed her chest out, urging me on.

I slipped one hand into the edge of her panties, leaving them on, but pushed them aside to expose her gorgeous pussy. Sweeping the pad of my index finger over her clit, Emmy shuddered and gripped my bicep. I thrummed against her, keeping up the same rhythm with my fingers and my tongue against her nipples. Within moments, Emmy was coming apart, clawing at my shoulders for support and whimpering as she came.

I held her tightly through the little aftershocks pulsing through her body and pressed tender kisses all over her mouth and neck.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

I almost laughed. She didn’t need to thank me. Making her come was the highlight of my day.

Her eyes flitted from mine to the bedroom door across the suite.

If I took her to bed right now, we’d make love, probably twice, and then fall asleep. Today was by far the best day of my life. I wanted to take my time—I didn’t want tonight to end.

I tucked myself back into my pants and then stroked her cheek with my knuckle. “I don’t want to rush this. Will you join me in the hot tub for a bit?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

While Emmy changed I gathered the chilled bottle of champagne, two glasses, and decadent chocolate-covered strawberries I’d had sent up and brought them all out onto the veranda.

Removing the hot tub cover, I tested the water. Perfect.

I stripped out of my tux, socks, and boxers and climbed into the water to wait for Emmy.

She emerged moments later with her hair in a loose bun and a purple string bikini.

Why had she changed? We had our luggage here for our honeymoon since we left tomorrow, but still.

“Who said you could wear a bathing suit?” I asked, taking her hand to help her in the water.

She gently splashed me. “This way you get to unwrap me like a present.”

“Hmm, I like that idea.” I reached for her. “C’mere.”

She placed a warm, wet hand in mine and I pulled her across the bench seat until we were close enough to touch.

“You looked stunning today.”

“You liked my dress?”

“I loved it. It was perfect.”

“What was your favorite part about today?” she asked.

“Hmm, probably when I heard you read your vows to me in your sweet southern accent. I knew this was really happening and you would be mine.”

She grinned at me. “Was there any doubt?”

I raised a dark brow at her. “You have broken up with me twice,” I teased.

“Now you’re struck with me. Forever.”

“And ever.” I pulled her to my lap, unable to resist taking things further. Her tits were peeking out of the little bikini top in the most distracting way. I needed it off of her.

Guiding her mouth to mine with one hand on her cheek, my other hand went to the back of her neck to untie the strings to her top. Once I freed her of the top, the naughty little thing began writhing in my lap, thrusting her chest out to rub her nipples over my skin. She was so sexy when she took control like this. I loved her confidence.

Emmy’s eyes flew to mine. She felt my arousal nudging against her. The thin bikini bottoms were the only bit of fabric between us and provided little in the way of a barrier.

“I want to get you pregnant,” I whispered in her ear before giving the lobe a gentle bite.

Emmy’s eyes met mine. “Are you serious?”

“Completely.”

A slow, lazy smiled overtook her mouth.

I moved aside her bikini bottoms and pushed one finger slowly inside her. She was soaking wet. I positioned her so that each thigh was beside mine and lifted her up to meet my erection while my eyes met hers.

I pushed inside, entering her slowly, letting her feel every hard inch of me invade her. I wouldn’t rush tonight.

I watched her take me in, her breathing coming in quick pants and her eyes slipping closed.

“Open them,” I growled.

Her pretty gray-blue gaze locked with mine and she began riding me slowly, swirling her hips and rubbing her chest against mine.

“Shit,” I cursed, gripping her hips but letting her use me just how she wanted to.

She slid up and down my length, increasing her speed, and my head fell back against the side of the hot tub. She was too much.

“Emmy . . .” she needed to slow down or I was going to lose it. And there was no way I was finishing before her.

“I’m gonna . . .” she panted, arching her back. Her tight walls pulsed around me and her nails bit into my shoulders as she clung to me.

Pushing deeply into her one last time, I exploded, filling her as I came.

When we’d finished I cradled her in my arms, letting the warm water lull us into relaxation. I held her as our heartbeats slowed, lightly caressing her skin. “I love you, baby,” I whispered, burying my face in the crook of her neck.

She pulled back a fraction to meet my eyes. “I love you, too,” she murmured.

“I know you do. You make me feel like I can do anything, be anything. Like I’m whole. Thank you for loving me despite the millions of reasons not to.”

“I’ve always loved you. Right from the very beginning, even when I knew I shouldn’t.”

I pushed the wet locks of hair back from her face to meet her eyes. “Good girl, Mrs. Shaw.”

Emmy climbed from my lap, rearranging her bottoms but leaving her top floating in the water. I opened the champagne and poured us each a glass.

“Cheers.” I raised my glass to hers.

“To?”

Hmm.
I thought it over. “Sex in hot tubs. Dirty texts.” I took her hand, lacing her fingers between mine. “And love without end.”