He watched her ride him, her body supple and strong, her arms around his neck, her skin, caressed by the firelight, glowing. She began to hasten the rhythm, tightening her muscles, clenching and gripping until he was as breathless as she. One hand caught her small bottom, pressing her to him as he began to move, thrusting into her again and again. Fast. Furious. Hard, hot sex. Just what she wanted, what he wanted.
He caught the back of her head, brought her face to his, thrusting his tongue wildly into her mouth. His mind thrust into hers, sharing his excitement, the taste of her, of him, sharing the intense pleasure and passion of her body, of his. They moved together in perfect unison. The firestorm burned hot and bright through both of them, sending them soaring, clutching each other, hearts nearly exploding with the shared pleasure.
Jaxon laid her head on his shoulder, holding him deep within her. “I love you. I know I do. Let’s just run away together, disappear for a while, Lucian, just the two of us, like it was in the cave.”
Very carefully he lowered her to the floor, separating their bodies. His hands framed her face. “You really are afraid of marrying me.” He kissed her gently, tenderly.
Her long lashes swept down to conceal her expressive eyes. “It isn’t marrying you, Lucian, it’s the wedding. It’s turned into such a big deal!” she wailed. “Everyone’s going to be looking at me. And I don’t even know half the guests. You have all these big shots attending. Aidan Savage from San Francisco. Desari, the famous singer, singing at my wedding. How did that happen?”
Almost automatically, without any real thought, Jaxon cleaned and clothed her body in the way of Carpathians. She was still struggling to regain her breath and lower her heart rate.
Lucian’s eyes lit up with pride. She had accepted her new way of life as she did everything—embracing it quickly, passionately. He matched the rhythm of his breathing and pulse to hers and easily regulated them. Then he responded mildly to her concerns.
“Desari’s lifemate is Aidan’s twin brother, Julian. When I asked Aidan and Alexandria to attend, along with Antonio, who is practically a member of the family, Aidan asked if we would like Desari to sing. Apparently she and Julian were visiting. From what I understand, she is very nice.” He added his own clothes, then smiled when Jaxon raked a hand through her hair, once more tousling her short, silky cap. “And you do have most of the police force attending.”
“I’m certain Desari is very nice, Lucian, but she’s famous.” Jaxon tried not to kick him in the shins. He was being far more difficult than usual. And he looked gorgeous—someone who deserved a tall, elegant, beautiful woman. “And it isn’t most of the police force, just my coworkers and friends. I don’t want strangers looking at me.”
“You will be beautiful in your wedding gown, angel. A dream.” He said it sincerely. “My dream. I find you very beautiful and incredibly sexy.”
She glared at him. “I have never worn a pair of high heels in my life. I’ll trip and break my neck.” She wrung her hands.
He shrugged with his casual grace, took possession of her left hand, and turned up her palm to place a kiss in the exact center. “Why would you wear something uncomfortable? Your gown is long. Wear whatever you like beneath it.”
“And when you take off my garter in front of the entire crowd, they can all see my elegant tennis shoes.” She pulled her hand away and nibbled nervously at her nails.
He sensed she was close to tears. His arms circled her small body and brought her into the protection of his chest. “Honey, there is not going to be a problem with your shoes. Wear your tennis shoes until we need to remove the garter, and I will ensure you have on your elegant high heels when the time comes.”
“What if you forget?”
He bent to brush her temple with the warmth of his mouth. “I never forget anything important to you, Jaxon. You must have learned that by now.” His mouth found the pulse in her neck, felt it leaping beneath her skin. “You must know that.”