Blindsided (Indigo Love Spectrum) (41 page)

Ryan slapped Norris’s arm. “You ready to get married?”
“Am I ever.” Norris smiled. “Best man, let’s do this.”

* * *

Norris lay in the bed, his arms folded behind his head
and cool satin sheets against his bare skin, in anticipation
of Dahlia’s warm body taking the place of the slinky bedding. His gaze stayed on the bathroom door she’d disap
peared behind five minutes earlier. With the lighting set
to a romantic glow and instrumental songs of love piping
in from the surround-sound stereo speakers, the only
thing missing was his new wife.

“Mrs. Converse, do I need to come in there and get
you?”

Dahlia stepped out of the bathroom wearing a super
sheer white gown that left very little to the imagination.
“Somebody’s impatient.”

Norris sat up, transfixed. The nearly six months he’d
waited for her to come to him like this had been well
worth it. He’d seen her with nothing on before, but the teasing transparency sheathing her luscious form added a
level of mystery to the body he’d come to know so well
and increased his already intense desire to get to know it
all over again, a fact made evident by the tenting of the sheet covering him.

Dahlia smiled. “I see you like your present,” she said.
He swallowed audibly. “I really do. But I think I’d like
it even better on the floor.”

“As you wish, husband.”

The shining diamonds comprising Dahlia’s engage
ment and wedding rings sparkled like stars in the dim
light as she pulled the tiny straps off her shoulders and
allowed the gown to fall in a heap at her feet. Norris’s
gaze raked over every beautiful inch of her, intensifying
his need. He pulled the sheets back, welcoming her into the bed. His body trembled when she slid in beside him.

T
he hot, hard tips of her full breasts brushed against his
chest. A deep groan rumbled in his throat.

They lay face to face on their sides. Norris pressed his
hand to her cheek. A brand new platinum band shone on
his finger. “This has been the happiest day of my life.”
He nipped her lips. “I want to make you as happy as you
make me.”

“You already have.”

Norris nestled closer to her. His raging hardness
pressed against her abdomen. Dahlia’s soft moans filled
his ears. “I think I can whip up a little more happiness
before the night is over,” he murmured, touching his
mouth to hers.

Their lips moved together, slowly caressing and then
parting, allowing their tongues to join in. Norris turned
on his back, bringing Dahlia against him. The moist heat
between her parted thighs lay flush against him, pul
sating against his mid-thigh. His erection throbbed
against her belly. He moaned into her mouth, gripping
her firm bottom, holding her swiveling hips against him.

Dahlia’s lips left his, trailing a searing path from his
chin to his neck, to his sensitive and taut nipples. Norris
closed his eyes, groaning his pleasure, every nerve ending in his body craving her magic touch. Her tongue flicked
one nipple and then the other while her hands splayed in
the darks hairs covering his chest. Her soft lips made
their way back up his body, nuzzling his neck and then
connecting with his.

Sliding his hand into Dahlia’s hair, Norris held her
closer, kissing her with a gentle hunger, a longing ema n
ating from a place deep inside himself, a desperate need to be one with her. He ended the kiss and turned Dahlia
on her back.

He kissed the puckered chocolaty tips of her breasts,
laving the stony peaks, drawing one and then the other
into his mouth. “I want to love every inch of you,
Dahlia.” He kissed his way down her body. His lips
trailed down one long, silky leg. He suckled each of her
French-tipped toes into his mouth. He repeated the
action with the other leg as he made his way back up,
concluding his journey at the meeting of thighs. As he
lapped at her sweetness, her blissful cries echoed about
the vast bedroom of the penthouse suite of the luxurious
New York hotel. Her fingers threaded in his hair as she
held him there. He slipped a finger between her slick
folds, increasing her pleasured sighs.

Dahlia spoke his name, a clear and obvious request in
her low, breathy tone. Norris ended his sensual kiss. The
beauty of her body under the glow of the soft lighting,
with the silent pleading in her dark eyes and the invitation of her open arms and parted thighs, became too
much to resist. Rising up on one arm, Norris guided his
twitching erection into her velvety heat. Dahlia cried out
as he filled her completely. Norris closed his eyes, reveling
in the pleasure of being one with Dahlia, his beautiful wife.

Dahlia’s legs curled around his waist, her slick, heated
walls squeezing and holding him in a sensual embrace, giving him pleasure like he’d never known. Her hands
explored the planes of his back and traveled to his
b
ottom, urging his thrusts. Answering her call, Norris
drove deeper inside her, delivering slow, measured
strokes. Filling her, loving her, making her his forever.

Their mouths came crashing together, kissing hard
and desperately until the need for air demanded a respite.
Dahlia buried her face in his neck, licking and kissing
him, throwing his body into an erotic tailspin. No
woman had ever touched him like Dahlia. She went
beyond his physical body and reached his very soul.

Directing Norris to his back, Dahlia mounted him,
her pelvis grinding against his. She leaned forward, teasing
his taut nipples with hers. Norris cupped her backside,
pressing her hard against him, filling her deeper.

Dahlia pulled upright, trailing her finger against his
chest, sending shivers throughout his body. Folding her
hands around his neck, she bounced atop him, a saucy
grin on her beautiful face. Norris groaned. She was
driving him wild.

Norris reached for her breasts, squeezing the fleshy
mounds as she moved against him. He pushed them
together and leaned forward, rolling each nipple in his
mouth. Dahlia moaned her pleasure, but it was all his
pleasure, her delicious pebble tips better than any hard
candy. Norris gently nipped at her dark mounds. Feasting
on her, enjoying her.

He grunted sadly when she pushed him back to the
bed, but had little time for disappointment when she arched her back, taking him deeper into her pulsating
core. A guttural moan ripped from Norris throat. Stars
flashed before his eyes.

C
losing his arms around her waist, Norris brought
her onto the bed, filling her with his need. His thrusts
grew harder and faster, Dahlia’s cries louder and deeper.
He pinned her legs against him, driving deeper into her throbbing heat. Norris expanded in her depths, drawing
closer to his release. Dahlia clutched his bottom, holding
fast to him as he continued to push inside her. They
moved together, faster and faster, until their bodies seized
and then exploded in mutual ecstasy.

Norris’s body trembled against Dahlia’s as his seed
erupted deep in her womb, filling it with the promise of
family from the home her love provided. When his
movement ceased and their rapturous moans silenced,
Norris turned to his side, staring lovingly at his spent
wife. Grandma Flora wouldn’t have liked the way Dahlia took the name of the Lord in vain when she reached her
peak, but it certainly made him feel good.

“How was it for you?” He smiled, brushing beads of
sweat from her forehead.

With a coy smile, Dahlia tapped her hand to her
mouth, yawning.

“Hey!” Norris said, tickling her sides when she broke
into uncontrollable l
aughter. “You better recognize me,
Mrs. Converse. That was my very best work.”

“Okay, okay,” she said, still laughing. “I have to find
ways to keep that ego in check.” Norris stopped his tick
ling. “Seriously, I’ve never felt more loved in my life. It
was beyond incredible.” She kissed his chest. “You always
said we could be this way together, and you were right.”

“Of course.” Norris smiled brightly and covered her
body with his. “Norris is always right.”

Norris tried not to cry as Reese placed the last of her
things in the back of Ben’s SUV. He couldn’t believe how
fast the last year had come and gone, and now his
daughter was leaving for college.

“Please try to smile, Daddy.”

Norris attempted to get his lips to curl, but failed. “I
can’t do it, Reese. I don’t feel very happy right now.”

“I’m going to college, not prison. Columbia’s not so
far.”

“Maybe not the state capital, but this university is hundreds of miles from Denburg. Hundreds. In New
York City.”

“Just over an hour and a half by plane. That’s not bad.”

Norris whimpered.

“Daddy.” Reese pulled him into her arms and kissed his cheek. “You’re not losing me, you’re just letting me
grow. I’ll be home for holidays, and you can come up and
visit.” She pulled back and held up her hand in warning.
“But not all the time. Not that I’m too worried about
that, considering Dahlia is gonna make you a daddy
again in about what, two minutes?”

“Three weeks,” Norris said, ecstatic about welcoming
his son but heartsick to be losing his daughter.

“I’ll be home for that, too.”

A very pregnant Dahlia waddled out of their brand
new house. A house with a sprawling green lawn and
white picket fence. Their home. Their home in which she
should have been relaxing in air-conditioned comfort.

Norris frowned. “Dahlia.” He caressed her belly. “You
should be inside resting. It’s too hot out here.”

“I’m fine, Norris. I thought you could use some
moral support.”

Reese nodded. “I think you’re right,” she said.
Gail blew the horn. “Reese, we’d better get going.”

Dahlia embraced Reese. “I’m going to miss you, sweetie.”

“I’m going to miss you, too, Dahlia.” Reese glanced
over at Norris. “Take care of him.”

Dahlia nodded and smiled. “You know I will.”

“Well, Daddy, this is it,” Reese said.

Norris shook his head sadly. “Yep, looks like.” He gave Reese another hug. “If you need anything or just want to talk, you call home.”

“I will. Aunt Julia is working on her designs in New
York now, and Jack’s at NYU, so I won’t be alone. I’ll be
fine.”

Norris grunted. “Call if he gets out of line, too.”

“Daddy,” she whined.

“I’m serious.”

“I know.” She kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Reese.”

Norris and Dahlia waved until the SUV piggybacking Reese’s car disappeared out of sight.

Dahlia squeezed his hand. “You going to be okay, Norris?”

“Yeah.” He stooped down and kissed Dahlia’s belly.

“Just grateful I won’t have to do this again for eighteen years.”