Kate laughs the sound I’ve missed so much. “Apparently my great-aunt loved her costumes to be authentic, including the undergarments. Sophie had to help me with the corset.”
I scowl some more. “So I can’t get you out of it until all the guests leave?” Maybe I can encourage them to leavenow.
“Unless you want to spend thirty minutes getting me back into my clothes before we go downstairs, the breast groping will have to wait a little longer.”
My gaze travels down her length. “Are your breasts the only things locked up tight?”
She grins at me. “Everything else is free game.”
Thank Christ for that small miracle.
I give her one more deep, breathtaking kiss as I encourage her to lie back on the bed.
My mouth moves away from hers. “So how about I see what exactly you have under the skirt? But just so you know, I don’t have any condoms with me. I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”
Her grin returns, bigger and brighter than before. “I thought you might say that. There’s some under the pillow.”
I push myself off the bed, retrieve the string of condoms, and lightly run my hands up the outside of her legs. They tremble at my touch.
I know the feeling. My body is shaking in anticipation of what it will feel like to make love to her again. To hear those noises she makes when she’s getting close and when her body falls apart.
To show her how much she means to me.
My hands continue pushing the satin fabric of her dress and the thick cotton of her slip up her bare legs.
Even though the rest of her outfit resembles clothing from an era long since passed, I’m pretty sure the black lace panties with a little red bow didn’t exist back then.
I grin up at her. “Nice touch.”
“I thought you’d approve.”
I remove them and pop the scrap of fabric into my pocket. “I’ll just save them as a souvenir.”
I then take my time, making up for the two weeks we were apart. Worshiping her, eating her out until she resembles a limp noodle, satisfaction stamped on her gorgeous flushed face.
Once her eyes are less dazed and she’s grinning at me, I remove my jeans and briefs, roll on a condom, position myself, and thrust inside her.
Her soft heat instantly welcomes me, and I groan at how amazing she feels. I slowly move inside her, filling her, stretching her, savoring her. No other woman has made me feel the way I do when I’m with Kate.
She’s my one and only—my soul mate.
We don’t rush to get to the peak. If all the partiers are gone by the time we’re finished, I won’t be disappointed. Hell, if she and I never leave this room, I’m good with that, too.
She wraps her legs around my hips and my movements become desperate. My balls tighten, and her heat begins to clamp down on me.
She cries out her release, along with a fewOh, Gods and my name. The pressure low in my gut grows more intense and I can’t hold back any longer. I grunt my own release, my love for her filling every part of her, marking her. Claiming her.
Once I’ve regained my breath, I remove myself from her and deal with the condom, then I pull on my clothes and lie down beside her. She has already straightened her dress and shifts happily into my arms.
“We should go down soon before everyone starts to wonder where we’ve disappeared to,” she says, the satisfied flush still on her face.
I grin. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already guessed what we’ve been up to.”
“You’re probably right.”
I adjust my position so I’m looking down at her. “Are you okay with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
