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  “Wow, paparazzi. I never in a million years thought I’d ever have to worry about them.”

  A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Unfortunately, they are always around. That’s why I think it’s best we lay low. If they don’t understand who you are, you’ll be okay. The problem is, the moment they grasp what you are to me, all hell will break loose.”

  “Really?” I asked. My stomach turned at the thought of being followed and hounded.

  “Really. Welcome to the movie business. You’ll be hot news for a few minutes, and then it will die down.”

  “I didn’t see any in Vegas.”

  “Because there wasn’t anything interesting going on. Meetings about a possible new movie usually don’t attract paparazzi unless a high roller, or wild star, is in the mix. This weekend was just a bunch of guys in suits talking business.”

  “You look good in a suit,” I whispered, and he grinned.

  “Thank you. I prefer a pair of jeans, but suits are sometimes necessary.”

  “You look great in jeans too.” I giggled then pursed my lips and narrowed my gaze on him. “You weren’t in a cloud of adoring fans. I’m not sure I buy all this.”

  Another chuckle, louder than the first. He was enjoying my ignorance of his identity way too much. I should have known—he was familiar in some ways, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Then again, he could just be familiar from awards shows. Mom was an Oscars nut, and it was only in the past few years that I had been spared from her madness come February.

  “I’m not high on people’s radars anymore. And I may have made sure you didn’t notice the few autographs I signed while we were out. You were also somewhat oblivious to people staring and pointing.”

  My mouth went slack. “Well, you know, you’re kinda attention grabbing without the whole Hollywood aspect.”

  His hand caressed up and down my arm. “What’s keeping you awake?”

  “What isn’t? The absolute silence for one. Do you have bugs out here?”

  He laughed. “Yes, though I had them turn the volume down.”

  “Smartass.” I laughed and swatted at him. He grabbed hold of my hand and brought it to his lips, placing light kisses on my fingers. “The . . . strangeness of the situation is probably the biggest reason I can’t sleep.” I blew out a breath. “Suddenly thrust into a new life without closing my old one? I mean, I knew I was moving to California, but I had time to prepare before because it was ten months away. Now? Now I’m in California, married, and without a school or friends. I just kinda feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone.”

  “It will get better over time, I promise. I know we both have a lot to adjust to,” he said, the back of his hand lightly caressing my cheek.

  Scooting forward, I buried my head in his chest, my body lining up with his. His arms wrapped around me, an almost purring-like sound coming from his chest as he pulled me close. He slipped a leg between mine and I hitched my left leg up his thigh.

  “Thank you for everything today. I didn’t mean to come off as rude, it’s just . . . I’m very much off balance with you.”

  “Does this mean you will accept my money without griping about it?” he asked. I could almost hear the smile I was certain he was wearing in his tone.

  “I can’t guarantee that, because I’m not used to being showered with money, but I’ll try. It’ll just take time.”

  “That we have,” he said as his hands moved up and down my side in a soothing motion, his touch heating my body every time he reached bare skin.

  Wanting to be closer, I wiggled one arm between us to his waist. His shirt had risen and my fingers were graced with the bare skin on his hip.

  “It feels so good right here,” I said, snuggling deeper into him.

  “I couldn’t agree more.” His voice sounded softer and lower than before.

  “Shouldn’t we be resisting or something? Trying to be guardedly polite with one another until we become comfortable together?” I asked, my head tilting up to look at him. “Or am I just naïve?”

  He shook his head. “Sometimes chemistry is undeniable. I think that is a definite with us.”

  “I’d say we have it in spades,” I whispered.

  He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. It was soft, tentative, our eyes locked as if he was asking for my permission. I didn’t understand his apprehension compared to the previous day, but I needed to make him understand that it was okay. Craning my neck toward him, I deepened the kiss, my eyes fluttering closed. His tongue swept against my lips, and I opened them to let him in.

  His arm pulled me closer as he began to devour my mouth. Sparks emitted from where he touched me, bringing my body to life. I moaned into his mouth, my hands reaching up into his hair. I pulled him closer while my fingers tangled in the silky strands, tugging back.

  He must have liked that, because he growled deep in his chest. I think I squeaked at the sound as a fire spread through me. He felt so good, so unbelievably good. It was the most erotic, sensual experience I had to date. If it was any indication of things to come, the future was looking very nice indeed.

  Hands flexed against my skin, and I pulled back. I could tell my lids were heavy with the lust that coursed through me for this man. My hips and thighs were moving of their own accord, seeking some form of friction.

  Leaning down, he began licking, kissing, and sucking on my neck. His teeth nipped at my skin, and I let out a shuddering breath.

  “Weston.”

  Shifting his weight, he rolled me onto my back, arms wrapping tighter around my body. Everything suddenly became more urgent and not enough, desperation for him racing through me. My legs spread open and his hips settled between them, allowing his hard cock to press against my aching heat.

  Detaching his lips from my skin, he peeled off my tank top, exposing my chest to him.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” he growled, his hips flexing against mine.

  He devoured me with eyes that had become so dark they almost didn’t appear blue any longer. The expression on his face was pure desire, causing a shiver to run down my spine and my nipples to harden. His hands moved to my breasts, weighing them in each hand, pressing my sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I cried out, my hips bucking up against him. His tongue swept across his lips, hips pressing forward.

  “So fucking beautiful. You’re perfect,” he whispered before leaning down and pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to each nipple and suckling lightly.

  His fingers moved up my sides, skimming the sides of my breasts. Switching to suck on my other nipple, one hand traveled down, massaging and caressing as he went. A moan escaped my lips when he reached my hip, tickling me and setting me on fire at the same time. His hand slid further down and cupped my sex, massaging me, forcing small cries of pleasure from my lips.

  Moving my shorts and panties to the side, his fingers met my burning flesh.

  “Damn, damn, fuck!” he cried. “You’re fucking soaked.” His hand brushed up and down, moving the moisture around a bit. He found my clit and began playing with it: pinching, pulling, flicking, massaging.

  I bit down on my bottom lip, my hips rocking up into his hand, begging for more.

  “W-Weston, I need to . . . mmm . . . tell you something,” I struggled to say, but I needed to get it out before he was surprised, even more than he was bound to be. He needed to know . . .

  Leaning back down, ignoring my plea, he resumed sucking on one of my nipples, making me cry out while his hand continued its assault on my clit. He pressed his fingers at the opening of my pussy.

  “Oh, oh God!”

  He chuckled. “No, baby girl, I’m your husband.”

  He continued suckling and rubbing until I was a nearly unintelligible mess.

  “Ah . . . W-Weston,” I tried again. “I’m a . . . ung . . . a v-virgin.”

  Weston’s movements stopped immediately. An audible groan, part pleasure, part pain, erupted from him as he slumped against my body.

>   “Fuck!”

  He pushed off in an attempt to get up, but I stopped him by wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him back down, and trapping him. A guttural noise escaped from his chest, his eyes rolling back as his clothed cock pressed against my heat.

  “Fuck, Wren!” An almost animalistic groan left him as his hips flexed against mine. “No one? Ever? Touched even?”

  “Touched over clothes, that’s it,” I said.

  He hissed as his fingers dug into my skin.

  He was breathing a bit harder, a shudder running through his body. Leaning down, his mouth was next to me as he whispered into my ear.

  “Untouched by any other man? Only my hands, tongue, lips, teeth, and cock marking you as mine? That is so unbelievably fucking hot. To claim your body as mine, to take you . . . Fuck!” he cried as he abruptly sat up and tried to push away again.

  “Don’t. I’m your wife,” I pleaded. I could see the turmoil in his eyes. He wanted this, wanted me . . . possibly more than anything in that moment.

  “Wren . . . I can’t . . . do this . . . right now,” he said and moved his hands behind him to untangle my legs.

  Rejection filled me, and I felt the tears prick my eyes. I turned my head, not wanting him to see them fall.

  “Wren, it isn’t you,” he tried to assure me, his fingers bringing my gaze back to his. “I just . . . losing your virginity is a big deal. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime moment and . . .”

  “Weston, we’re married, and that, to me, should be once-in-a-lifetime,” I said as a tear escaped and slid down my cheek. “You’re my husband. If we’re going to give this an honest go, this has to happen at some point, so why not now? Why wait?”

  I was so turned on from his touch that I wanted it, wanted him. Why wait? I wasn’t going anywhere, and by all rights, my virginity was his to take. And I wanted it to be him.

  His head dropped until his forehead rested on mine. “That’s a powerful argument, but I don’t . . . are you sure? Right now? I want you so badly I don’t know if I can control myself. It will hurt.”

  I reached between us and began stroking him through the fabric of his shorts. His eyes, that had been locked on my own, rolled back into his head, his body shaking.

  “I’m your wife,” I said as I slid my hand between his waistband and skin, taking his bare cock into my hand. “Take me. Make me yours and only yours.”

  I watched him tremble at my words. “Say it again.”

  “Take me.”

  There was a rumbling in his chest just before he hooked his thumbs into my shorts and panties and pulled them down my legs. Then a hard, rushed kiss before his lips were creating a hot, wet trail down to the apex of my thighs. I watched as he stared down at my pussy that was now unveiled before him.

  “So, nobody has ever done this before?” he asked, his hand reaching out to cup my sex, his thumb grazing against my clit.

  “N-no!” I stammered, my hips rotating for more.

  His fingers continued to explore, expertly touching me in places he knew would have a reaction.

  “How about this?” he asked and leaned forward, licking from my opening to my clit.

  I nearly launched out of the bed, and probably would have if Weston hadn’t wrapped an arm around my thigh. My back arched as he began licking and sucking on my clit, his finger teasing my entrance before slowly pushing in. It was too much and not enough at the same time. I was writhing on the bed as he devoured me with his mouth. Weston was pushing me to the brink, and I sat on the precipice of my first oral orgasm.

  He sat up, his hand replacing his lips and tongue, rubbing furiously against my sensitive nub. “You’re so close, baby girl, just let go. Come for me.”

  I wanted to do it, so badly, but I just couldn’t fall. His hand put more pressure as he leaned forward to take one of my nipples between his teeth. Unintelligible, pleasure-filled noises fell from my lips, hips bucking into his, but it was the feel of the burning hot and dripping head of his cock against my thigh that sent me spiraling into ecstasy.

  My muscles, coiled tight, froze as my back arched, and a scream erupted as my pussy pulsed.

  I collapsed, my breath coming out in hard pants from the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. The first one not given by my own hand.

  Weston wore a triumphant smile while he leaned down to capture my lips. I could taste myself on him, but I didn’t care about that. He was kissing me, hips rocking against my still-dripping core. That was all I cared about. It was all that mattered in that moment.

  “Baby girl, I want you so badly,” he whispered, groaning, his hot breath against my skin. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  He moved to settle squarely between my thighs, parting them further. The hot head of his cock twitched against my skin, causing a shudder to run through me. Leaning down, he ghosted his lips against mine as he pressed the head against my wet entrance.

  I tensed and stopped kissing him. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I was prepared for the pain I knew was to come.

  “It will only hurt today. After that, I promise to make you feel so good you won’t even remember the pain,” he reassured, taking a nipple between his teeth.

  I gasped in pleasure, my body relaxing as he kissed his way back up to my lips.

  There was pressure, then he pushed past the proof of my innocence in one quick thrust, as far as he could, and stilled. I cried out in pain, my nails dug into his back, and my face scrunched up, a tear sliding down my cheek and a small sob escaping from my chest.

  “Mine,” he growled into my ear, his body trembling.

  Hip lips moved up my neck to my cheek, and kissed away my tears. Patiently, though I knew with great struggle, he waited, his body vibrating with the need to move.

  I nodded at him, giving him the okay, knowing the worst was over but that my first time wouldn’t get any better. His hips slowly began to move, pushing him in and pulling him out.

  “So tight, baby girl,” he murmured breathlessly.

  I gasped, one hand clenching the sheets, the other pushing against him, grabbing at his arm, side, anywhere. Not in an effort to get him off, just my mind trying to find a way to stop the pain. It was burning and it hurt, but it was not unbearable, just uncomfortable. That didn’t stop the whimpers from escaping.

  He began moving at a steady rhythm in and out. I hoped he would be done soon, and prayed that the next time it would be pleasurable as he claimed. Because he was right; our chemistry was undeniable. My body craved him. Even with the pain, I wanted to consume him and be consumed by him.

  His pace quickened, hips slamming into me, and I watched his expression turn to one of pain before he cried out. It felt like he got even larger inside me before I felt him twitching. Hot streams began pulsing into me until he collapsed on top of me.

  His chest expanded with each labored breath. Hot, hard pants against my neck. When he pulled back, I could see beads of sweat dripping from his brow. Slowly, he pushed against the bed, relieving me of his weight. His forehead rested on mine, lips kissing, fingers caressing.

  After only for a few short moments, he sat up and gazed down at where we were joined. I winced as he slowly pulled out, while he held a wild almost animalistic look in his eyes. “Mine,” he whispered and looked up into my eyes.

  “Yours,” I agreed softly.

  Our eyes locked for a moment, one of his hands reaching up to cup my face. I could see adoration gleaming in his eyes, and I smiled back.

  “Stay right there,” he said as he climbed off the bed and walked over to the bathroom.

  The water began running, and he returned a few minutes later with a towel in hand. He pressed the warm, wet rag between my spread legs, and a small hiss escaped as he moved it around, cleaning me off as gently as possible.

  Returning, he climbed back under the covers and pulled me to him so that my head was lying on his chest, his arm around my shoulders, his fingers caressing up and down my arm. I snuggled in deep, relaxing in his war
mth. I was a little sore, but there was no way I was leaving that heaven.

  “Oh, what you do to me, Mrs. Lockwood,” he whispered with a sigh, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

  “Ditto, Mr. Lockwood,” I replied, kissing his chest.

  It was in that moment I truly began to believe it was possible, that maybe we did belong together. I didn’t know what the morning held, but I hoped we would make it through whatever was to come our way, together. It wasn’t long before we were both asleep, wrapped up in the safety and security of each other.

  I awoke to soft caresses on my arm, fingers dancing up and down my skin. A warm chest, a beating heart, and humming. I groaned, not wanting to open my eyes, and burrowed further into what I knew was Weston’s chest. He chuckled, his chest bouncing beneath my head, his hand never stopping his soothing caress.

  “Too early,” I said as I nuzzled against his skin.

  “Good morning to you, too.”

  I pulled back, tilting my head up, and Weston did the same, his eyes dancing with amusement.

  “Morning.”

  “How did you sleep?” he asked, his hand moving to brush the hair from my face.

  “Extremely well. You?”

  “Ditto.”

  I burrowed back down, loving his spicy scent that filled my senses. My eyes drifted closed again as I lay in his warmth when he sighed.

  “I don’t want to get out of bed. It feels so good here with you.” His arm wrapped tight around me, pulling me as close to him as he could.

  “But?”

  “But, I need to get the day going. You stay and sleep for a while longer. I’m going to go workout,” he said as he gave me a kiss on the forehead and climbed out of bed.