Page 74 of Married at Midnight

Tossing them aside, he caught her to him, bent his head, and kissed her. This kiss was not to woo her. This kiss was meant to show her how much she meant to him. How much he wanted her, needed her, desired her. To show her heaven was within their reach.

After a while he pulled back, keeping her in his arms. “Can we talk about one more thing?”

“What’s left to discuss?”

“The honeymoon your parents are determined to give us?”

Ellie laughed. “Let’s go anywhere but Vegas.”

“How does Bora-Bora sound?” Connor asked with a lift of his brow.

“Romantic.”

He brought his lips to hers, and their exchange went on until that all-consuming passion flared to life between them.

Even as passion fired her blood, Ellie knew something between them was different. She couldn’t name exactly what it was, for it was only a feeling. A sense really, of something special—the thread of a promise that wove them together for all eternity.

Closing her eyes, Ellie drew in that power with every racing beat of her heart as he pulled her close, crushing her breasts, already peaked and tight and aching, to the hard, solid planes of his chest. With his hands, he possessed her, sculpting her curves.

They had married in Las Vegas. They might have even had a wedding night there. But this moment was the two of them coming together as one.

Slowly he broke their kiss and pulled back.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“I want you so badly it hurts, but not here. I want you in our bed, today and for the rest of our days.” His thumb moved over her fingers as though unwilling to break their connection entirely.

Ellie nodded. She would gladly follow him upstairs or anywhere he asked at the moment.

Taking her hand, he led her up the stairs to the master bedroom. Stopping beside the bed, he brought both of his hands up to frame her face, tipped it up to his, and looked into her eyes. “I would have given everything I owned for you.”

“I know that now.” She rose up on her toes, bringing their lips together once more.

Their hunger for each other reignited as if there’d been no pause. Greedily she let him taste her, allowing a familiar tide to sweep them away.

Needing the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, Ellie untucked his shirt and ran her hands underneath, branding his skin with her own as she pushed the fabric of his shirt over his head, then tossed the garment aside.

He bent to kiss her neck, then her shoulder, as he slowly lifted her sweater along her torso and over her head. Her bra followed, and her breasts sprang free. He reached for her, his eyes dark with passion, as he traced her every curve, possessing every inch of her body.

Their breathing ragged and desperate for more, they dispensed of their clothing until they stood naked with no barriers to their love.

Needing the promise of his body against hers, Ellie arched against him, and reaching down, she filled her hand with his heavy erection. Curling her palm around his warmth, she stroked up, then down with her thumb. “I love how you feel in my hands.”

He shuddered and wrapped his arms around her waist. Now in charge of their lovemaking, he lowered her to the bed and leaned over her. He ran his hands over her body, teasing until he’d reduced her to a state of panting need.

Then he moved over her, parted her legs with his hard, muscled thighs, and with one powerful thrust, he filled her.

She arched beneath him as he completed her. They gave themselves over to desire as they were intimately joined, two hearts beating together, racing toward ecstasy.

Their passion leaped higher as they clung together, at the mercy of the other, eager to gain what they’d evoked, until finally, raw sensation flared, sharpened, and shattered.

Connor cried out, his voice merging with her own as a glorious rapture consumed them.

As they floated back to earth in each other’s arms, Ellie knew beyond a doubt that she belonged with this man, that their future was together, and that she could trust him not only with her body but also with her heart.

Early-morning light shone through the window when Connor finally stirred the next day. He smiled down at the woman who lay curled in his arms. He felt her closeness down to the marrow of his bones.

They’d made love several times during what had remained of the day and into the night. Now that they were committed to each other, their passion seemed to have no end.