Craving Him Page 61

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 ni**les 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?”


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.


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

A pretty smile uncurled on her lips and she clinked her glass to mine. “Sounds perfect to me.”