Page 133 of Speechless
“Damn straight.” Connor turned to her and she saw his heart in his eyes, hoped he saw hers in the same place because although her mind was filled to bursting with equally poetic sentiments, emotion choked her into silence. “Jenna, my wife. I like the sound of that.”
“Dude, you forgot the rings.” Cain balanced Connor’s on the tip of his finger. “Zeke, man, I love you but you suck at officiating. Theyaremarried, right? You haven’t forgotten to include anything really important in that speech of yours?”
She couldn’t help it. Jenna laughed, a sweet giggle bubbling up until it became a delighted peal. “Rings or not, my husband should be kissing me right now,” she said breathlessly.
“Yes, he should.” Connor lifted her, cradled her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms looped around his neck, then their lips touched, and the universe faded to black.
All she’d ever need was him.
She let him sweep her away, carry her from the yard to a chorus of whistles and applause as her mouth explored on its own. Along his jaw, the soft prickle of his stubble. Down his neck, up to his ear. Her hands might be useless, but her lips and tongue were not. “It’s rude to leave so early.”
“Don’t care. If I don’t get inside you in the next minute, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
The chill of the outdoors turned into warmth as he carried her through the dining room and up the stairs. Unable to tug at his clothes and paw at the firm flesh beneath, Jenna wiggled in his arms.
“Two seconds, two seconds,” he chanted, then shoved through the bedroom door and laid her out on the bed. Her shoes and pants were gone in an instant, Connor dropping to his knees and yanking her panties off with a sharp tug of material.
Her head snapped back at the long, slow lick between her thighs. His name escaped on a throaty moan while adrenaline screamed in her blood. Hips arching, she welcomed him deeper, gasping as his wicked tongue went to work. “Connor, please.”
No matter what she did, how she begged, he remained focused on his task. Teeth nipped, his tongue became more effective than a magic wand. He ate at her until her legs were weak with the shakes and her orgasm shimmered over her like gold dust, seeping into taut muscles and relaxing her into a heap of malleable flesh.
She watched him undress—or more accurately rip at his clothing until the black jacket and white shirt fluttered to the carpet in an explosion of buttons. God, he was built like a warrior. His own PT schedule and recovery had whittled his weight down until he was honed, toned and fit.
“I can’t believe you’re mine.” Connor stared at her as he kicked off his boots and shoved his pants down to his ankles before stepping out of them.
Every move he made was that of a predator, yet when he helped her remove her clothing, he couldn’t have been gentler as he eased the garments over her head and traced her scars. “My beautiful, amazing wife. If I ever figure out what I’ve done to deserve you, I’ll thank every star in the sky.”
“Please,” she said again, widening her legs to invite him in.
“Wedding nights should be slow and passionate,” he told her with a smile, his hand circling his cock and stroking it from root to tip. “Maybe we’ll saveslowfor later.”
No arguments here. Jenna reached out to him, groaning low in her throat when his weight eased on top of her, his mouth seeking the sweet spot on her neck that drove her insane. “I just need you, Connor. I don’t care how.”
“So trusting, baby.” He nuzzled at her, a wolf marking his mate.
The heated crown of his cock nudged against her, found her entrance without any guidance from his hand or hers. They moaned in unison, breath mingling as he surged forward, hips pushing his length into her in a smooth thrust that struck every nerve in her sensitive pussy.
“God, I’ve missed you.” Fully seated, Connor touched his forehead to hers as she whimpered and moaned. “You’re my girl, Jenna. My woman and my baby girl. My wife.” He chuckled, flexing his hips to elicit a rapturous gasp from her. “Mywife.”
The wonder in his voice matched hers. She belonged to him, just as he belonged to her. They were bound by law and body, literally, and Jenna couldn’t begin to decipher the maelstrom of emotions that knowledge brought forth—safety, comfort, love, devotion.
“Don’t be gentle,” she panted, bucking under him. “I’m not fragile, Connor. My husband should be able to love his wife without worrying he’s hurting her.”
Gray eyes almost black, Connor leaned back to study her face intently. She felt the heat of a blush rise under his scrutiny. There was naked and then there wasnaked. “I don’t know, baby. It’s too soon.”
“It’s not. I can take it.”
She sucked in a breath as he withdrew, nearly yelped when he thrust inside her, harder and deeper than before. The clap of flesh on flesh echoed raw in the room, keeping up with her heart, beat for excited beat. Her hands automatically lifted to hook over his shoulders. She wanted to dig her nails into his back, feel the muscles bunch and strain, urge him to go faster, take her harder. Make her his in her entirety.
Instead they slipped back to the mattress, useless, weak.
She cried out in frustration.
“Oh baby. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Breathing hard, Connor slipped his arms beneath her and rolled them until she sprawled on top of him, sweaty and breathless. “Straddle my hips, Jenna. That’s it. I’ve got you.”
Frustration switched to embarrassment as he smiled up at her, his hands helping her sit upright on his cock. Her weight inched him deeper until her belly rippled with the beginnings of an orgasm. “Oh God.”
“Daddy takes care of his little girl,” Connor crooned softly, taking her hands in his and pressing them to his chest so her nails bit into the defined muscles. “Ride me, baby. Steady to start.”