Page 31 of Theirs to Treasure

From deep in his throat, he moans, and I can’t think of anything I like more than that sound.

He takes his time, slowly exploring my mouth, asking before taking.

He tastes of the headiness of champagne, with a pure masculine promise mixed in. His touch is so seductive, I know I can stay in his arms forever.

Too soon he ends the kiss, but he remains where he is and arcs his thumb pad across one of my eyebrows. “You’re amazing.”

He makes me swoon.

“Everything I hoped.”

Then he closes his hands gently on my shoulders and turns me to face Forrest.

He crooks his finger, beckoning me.

I’m terrified of taking those few steps but I’m more scared of missing this experience.

As if caught in a tractor beam, I go to him and stop maybe a foot away.

“Earlier I said you’re not a coward. Prove me right.”

Once more I’m aware of how well he knows me after such a short period of time.

As I stand in front of him, he loosens his tie and drops it onto a side table. “Now take my jacket from me.”

On the surface, it seems as if he’s treating me in a subservient manner. But I don’t rebel. To me, it sounds as if his words are laced with husbandly command.

Part of me wants to protest that he’s taking this honeymoon thing too seriously. Yet my voice fails me.

Obediently I move behind him.

As he shrugs, I take his suit coat.

This close, I’m reminded of his kiss.

The scent of him, my hands on his body, overwhelm me.

My ankles threaten to give out as I walk to the chair and place his garment with Zev’s.

“Good girl.”

Oh God.

Everything inside me melts. I’d do anything if it meant hearing him speak to me in that husky, approving tone.

I expect him to tell me to remove his shirt next. But he doesn’t.

Instead he says, “We want you naked.”

I inhale sharply as I’m faced with the moment of truth.

When I tried to give Edward a lap dance, I was partially nude, and he rejected me. Though I’m sure my saviors won’t behave that way, I battle a few seconds of nerves.

My fingers trembling, I reach for the hem of my dress.

“Allow me.” Forrest brushes my hands aside. “You’re a gift we want to unwrap.”

Nervous, I close my eyes.