Page 149 of Redemption

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Watching you get used to this life.”

I shook my head. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it, nor that I’d want to. It’s nice to have wealth, but it’s worth nothing without you.” I closed the distance between us. “You are priceless to me, Sloan. And all I need is you.”

Her expression was full of love when she pressed up on her toes to kiss me. “All I need is you, Jackson. I love you.”

“I love you.” I smiled against her lips. “Now, turn around so I can undress you.”

“Barely married a few hours and already you’re trying to boss me around,” she teased, even as she did what I’d asked.

“I thought you were supposed to love, honor, and obey me, wife.”

“Husband,” she said sweetly, “did you ever hear me promise to obey?”

I tugged on her zipper, only to realize there was still more fabric covering her, though it was sheer with boning. She pushed the material of the dress down her hips, and I stood there, unblinking. Holy shit.

She turned to face me, and she looked fucking beautiful. I smoothed my hand over her hip, unable to believe that she was mine. This beautiful goddess was my wife.

Her hair was tousled and grazed her collarbone. Her corset pushed her breasts up to the point they were nearly spilling over the cups then flared over her hips and generous curves. Her underwear was almost entirely sheer, and fuck me, I didn’t know whether I wanted to take it off or leave it on, it was that sexy.

She didn’t give me time to consider, placing her hand on my chest and pushing me in the direction of the bed. “Sit. Now.”

When the mattress hit the backs of my knees, I sat.

“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about you in your uniform?” she asked.

“Oh yeah?” I smirked. “You like a man in uniform?”

“If the man is you, then yes,” she said, her hungry gaze raking over me.

She stepped closer, still wearing her heels. I slid my hand up her leg, goose bumps forming in the wake of my touch.

“Good answer,” I rasped against her throat, smoothing my hand higher until I reached the apex of her thighs. I stroked her through the silky material of her underwear.

She closed her eyes in bliss and arched her back. “Jackson,” she shuddered. “Oh god.”

Fuck. She was sexy. Especially when I caught sight of us in the mirror, her hand on my uniformed shoulder. My ring on her finger. Her ass bare, apart from a thin strip of material.

I pulled her bottom lip between mine, swallowing her moans as I quickly brought her to release. Her pleasured sighs were music to my ears. Her body clenched then released. My cock strained against my zipper, needing to be inside her.

I yanked at the hooks of her corset, giving up after the first few since her breasts were free. She clawed at the buttons on my uniform, and we fell onto the bed in a state of partial undress. I didn’t care. I just needed to be inside her.

“Lie back,” I said.

“I’m ready. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Sloan,” I sighed. “It’s our wedding night. I want to make this good for you. Special.”

“It’s always good for me,” she said. “You know that. Now, lie down. I want to be on top.”

I chuckled, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her to me for a kiss. “So bossy.”

“You love it.” She smirked.

“I do.” I stripped out of my clothes and lay on the bed with my arms behind my head. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“Yes,” she practically purred, unhooking the rest of her corset and then stripping off her panties.