“Do you like it?”
He nuzzled her cheek. “This looks so damn nice I’m afraid I’ll dirty it up.”
“Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do in our own bed? Get as dirty as we want?”
Immediately after she said that she felt Carson’s hardness pressing into her hip.
“I like this raunchy-talkin’ side of you.” His lips grazed her ear. “How about we test that out right now?” He lowered her feet to the floor.
Before she could twine her arms around his neck and kiss him, Carson faced her forward, toward the bed. “What—”
“As your husband it’s my right to peel this wedding dress off you, and I’m takin’ my time.” He placed a soft kiss on the nape of her neck. “You looked beautiful today, Carolyn.”
Her entire body trembled.
“So perfect with the fancy hairdo and the lacy gown. But what’s beneath all this finery is what I want.” He stilled behind her, his fingers gripping her hips, his breath flowing over her damp skin.
The zipper made no sound as he slid it down to the rise of her bu**ocks. Then the rough tips of his fingers followed her spine, over the clasp of her bra to the band of her crinoline slip. As he pressed soft kisses across the sweep of her neck, setting every nerving ending alive, he slowly dragged her dress down. Tugging the lace at her wrists to release her arms, then pausing at her hips to caress that sensitive section of flesh with the back of his knuckles.
“Everything about you is so soft,” he said, kissing the ball of her shoulder.
Carolyn turned her head and brushed her mouth over his temple. “And everything about you is so hard.
“Some things harder than others.”
She smiled.
“Lose the slip, sugar.”
One quick tug and the slip covered her dress on the floor.
“Hang on to my arm. Step out, I’ve gotcha. One more. Now stay just like that.” Carson picked up her wedding dress and moved it. “Let me see you.”
Her nerves didn’t make sense. She’d been naked with this man before.
But never as his wife.
A kiss landed on the small of her back.
When Carolyn turned, Carson was on his knees before her. A shiver started at the top of her spine and worked its way down, setting off goose bumps as his hot gaze catalogued every inch of her.
She’d worn a plain white satin bra, a small pair of white satin underwear, a lacy white garter belt with white satin garters and the sheerest white stockings she could find.
“Is this new?” He traced the garter belt with the tip of his finger, stopping at the tiny pink rose at the top of the garter.
“Yes.”
“You look like an angel in this and I’m havin’ a devil of a time not tearin’ it off you with my teeth.”
The sensations he aroused in her just with words, or the hungry way he looked at her were still new enough to take her by surprise. The quiver in her belly spread between her legs, making her sex hot and slick. Her ni**les tightened and her br**sts felt heavier. Even her lips felt fuller, moister. And her pulse pounded everywhere.
Carson’s hands curled around her hips and he urged her backward. “Sit.”
Her rear met the edge of the bed.
He stood and took off his hat. Shrugged out of his suit coat. Unbuttoned his vest and tossed it aside. Untied his western tie, letting the ends hang loose. Popped the snaps on the top two buttons of his white dress shirt and untucked it from his pants.
A tiny thrill of possession rolled through her when she had peeks of his shiny new wedding band as he unsnapped his cuffs.
Carson removed his boots with practiced ease. Not once during his strip down had his eyes left her body.
Carolyn reached to slip off her right shoe, but his hand stayed the movement. “Leave ’em on. And open your knees wide so I can see what belongs to me.”
Heart racing, she adjusted her heels and parted her thighs.
“Let that sexy ass hang off the bed a little and brace your arms behind you.”
“You always gonna be this bossy?”
“Yep.” He lowered to his knees. “Just tellin’ you what I want.”
“What do you want, Carson?”
“My mouth on my wife’s pu**y.”
Her cheeks heated. She fought the urge to hide her face. Would she ever not blush when hearing him say such blatantly sexual things?
You like it. That’s why you’re blushing.
Then he opened his mouth over the satin covering her mound, delicately tracing the edge of her panties and her inner thigh with his tongue.
She sucked in a breath.
He continued to lap at her, getting her panties wetter and wetter—inside and out. He’d nip with his teeth, blow a stream of hot air, and suck; all the while his hands were caressing the skin between her stocking and garter belt. Finally he tugged at her panties but they didn’t budge.
After making a displeased growl, Carson rested on his haunches and dug in his front pocket. He lifted his pocketknife into view and she gasped.
“What are you—?”
“Can’t tear these off with my teeth so I need to cut ’em off.” One quick slice by her hip, a firm tug and her underwear were dangling from his hand.
“Carson!”
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he said offhandedly and whipped them behind him.
His devastating mouth paused over her mound. She watched as he breathed her in. Then petal soft kisses landed on the petals of her sex. Whisper light and tinged with devotion.