Saving Forever - Part 4 (10 page)

Chapter 13

She hung the wedding dress on the shower curtain rod and stepped back to look at it one last time. There were a few stains on the front and the hemline was sandy and dirty, but it only made the dress more beautiful. It had been worn and witnessed the best moment of her life. Maybe she would keep it as is and put it in one of those keepsake boxes, or maybe she should have it cleaned and turned into a Christening gown for a future Bennet baby.

She dropped her head and shook it slightly. “Slow down, blondie,” she whispered to herself. From her peripheral vision, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She had planned to change into lingerie, something sexy for tonight. Julie had helped her look online for ideas and she had ordered some that were now sitting in her night bag.

Maybe I’ll use ‘em tomorrow night
. Standing in her white lace bra, panties and garter she decided no black or cherry red lingerie would look sexier tonight than what she had on. She played with her hair, running the straight locks through her fingers surprised it hadn’t curled from the heat and dancing. She tucked some strands behind her ears and let the length fall on her shoulders. The only other thing she added was some soft pink lip gloss. Pressing her lips together to smooth it evenly, she inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. Nerves mixed with excitement and a few cocktails seemed the perfect recipe.

She opened the bathroom door and raised an arm to rest against the side of the doorframe, her hips slightly shifted to the side and her abs tightened. Perfect. She hoped.

Her attempt at appearing sensually sexy whirled inside of her. Heat ran through her blood, not from her actions but the sight of Elijah sitting sexy on the bed in his white tuxedo, tie off and his long capable fingers unbuttoning his shirt.

His hands stopped their action when he looked up at the sound of the door opening. His bright blue eyes grew big as he sucked in a sharp breath.

Charity enjoyed the tormented feeling on his face that he tried to control.

“Come here,” he commanded in a husky voice.

The motion of his mouth drew Charity’s eyes to his sensual smile. He pressed his lips together to moisten them, his tongue a silky, wet touch against his unshaven face. She swallowed hard trying to pull her gaze away. Her brain tried to reason how such a simple action could create such havoc inside her body. Would it always be like this when they were together? She couldn’t imagine it ever simmering. He had the movie star body, brilliant doctor mind, and his heart wanted her only. It didn’t get any better than this.

A tiny smidgen of sympathy crossed her mind for crazy-Laura. If Elijah glanced at her once with a tenth of the love he showed Charity, any girl would have gone senseless from it. Except Charity knew that had never happened. Elijah might have been a playboy before they started dating, but he couldn’t fake love. Not with those eyes.

She remembered the first few times they met, before they started dating, he had flirted but it had been completely different. He had changed. She knew he wasn’t the kind of guy to use love as a tool for sex – before or after they met. Flirt or no flirt, that wasn’t in him. He respected, even revered, the word and the emotions attached to it. He had taught her without even knowing. That Laura didn’t have a clue. Thank goodness her psycho antics hadn’t destroyed what Elijah and Charity had found.

Charity’s thoughts turned to the feelings Elijah’s love created inside of her and moved to him, letting her hips swing naturally and hoped it looked sensual… womanly.

His arms rose from his seated position on the edge of the bed and wrapped themselves around her waist. His strong hands pulled her tight against him and she didn’t resist.

Her fingers needed something to curl themselves around so they found their way through his hair and clung lightly, pulling his head toward her stomach without even realizing.

He softly kissed the scar where the bullet had entered and then let his forehead lightly rest against it. His tongue darted out and touched her belly button before his soft lips pressed against her skin again.

The stubble tickled and tempted her at the same time. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, her hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back as her hips arched slightly toward him. She rose onto her tippy-toes and enjoyed his hot breath creating a trail of desire as his tongue and lips found their way to her medical tattoo on her hip.

Brazen fingers gently tugged at her white lace panties so he could nuzzle the ink art. “I love that you have this,” he murmured. “It’s so damn sexy.” The free hand not holding the edge of her panties trailed from her back, around her hip and his fingers slipped just inside the lace toward her centre.

Charity inhaled sharply and looked down at her new husband. She smiled and a giggle escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Elijah straightened and tilted his head as he watched her. “Did I say something out loud that was funny?” He watched her grin, and smiled back. She was contagious. “This isn’t quite the moment I’m trying to build up to.” He pulled her closer to him with the fingers still on the edge of her underwear. “I can resort to tickling if I must.” He ran his chin back and forth against her abdomen, letting his stubble run over her skin like a feather.

She laughed from the feeling and tried to break free from his grasp. He held her tight, his fingers squeezing her sides to tickle more. She squealed and lurched out of his grasp. She didn’t jump away, instead she dropped down beside him on the bed, her arms first going above her head so she could rest her head against her hands. She quickly shifted so her hands protected both her sides and her armpits in case Elijah decided to tickle again. “Peace.” She held two fingers up from their spot against her and the bed sheet.

“Maybe.” He wiggled his fingers in the air. “You have five seconds to explain.”

She laughed. “I wasn’t smiling at you. Well, I was smiling at you, but not
at
you
. While thoroughly enjoying your mouth’s torment against my skin, I got distracted for just a teensy moment when I had referred to you inside my head as my husband.”

“And that made you laugh?”

“Let me finish, silly. I didn’t force it or plan it, it just popped in my head without trying. It made me happy.” She rolled to her side and sat her upper body up slightly by bending an arm ninety degrees and resting her head on her hand. She grinned wickedly. “You do realize I own you now. That’s what we signed papers for today.”

“Own me?” An eyebrow shot up. “Then that means you’re mine as well.”

“For absolutely anything you want.” She stretched out, wiggling her toes.

“Anything?” He began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and winked at her mischievously.

She watched with guilty pleasure. She wore her bra and panties, it seemed only fair he would be dressed down as well.

Elijah pulled his white shirt off and tossed it on the chair closest to the bed. He undid the belt on his tuxedo pants and pulled it out of the loops in one fluid motion. He leaned over the bed and captured her mouth with hungry urgency. Too soon he pulled away, just out of reach and as he undid his pants he said, “What are the chances you think everyone in this house is having sex tonight?”

Charity dropped her head on the bed and chuckled. “Julie and Simon? Definitely.”

“I’m willing to bet my mother’s getting laid.”

Charity tossed one of the decorative pillows at him. “That’s disgusting. She’s your mother.” She paused a moment. “By who?”

He laughed at her curiosity. “Your father, no doubt.”

She made a face. “I highly doubt your mother and my father are kicking off their boots together.”

Now only in his boxer briefs Elijah hopped in the air and landed perfectly beside her, his long muscular body curving perfectly against hers. He ran a finger lightly up and down her thigh, grinning when goose bumps rose against her skin. “What makes you think they aren’t?”

She shuddered, not one hundred percent sure if it came from the conversation or Elijah’s touch. “I simply refuse to think about it. Period.” She hungrily recaptured his mouth with hers, an explicit come-and-get-me kiss. “It’s our wedding night. Let’s not talk.”

Elijah did not argue. His tongue slipped between her parted lips and stroked her mouth to ecstasy. Their near-naked bodies pressed against each other, unable to get close enough as their kisses deepened. Elijah’s tongue darted in and out of Charity’s mouth in a faster rhythm as his hands roamed over her satin smooth skin. Lying on their sides, he had access to all of her.

Charity tried to focus on what his mouth was doing to her body but when his warm fingers pressed against the curve of her hip and gently pushed it away from his, she pulled her head slightly out of reach of his lips to concentrate on what his hand planned to do. She panted, trying to catch her breath.

Elijah’s strong hand curved against her knee and forced her to spread her leg back. Her hips rotated and she let her body roll so she lay on her back. As his hand moved against her inner thigh, Charity could not stop the moan that escaped her lips.

At the apex of her legs, his fingers pressed against the thin satin of her panties to her passion-moistened depths.

She wanted him. Now.

Unable to hold back any longer, Charity reached for him and he rolled on top of her willingly. She loved the feel of his shoulders beneath her hands and the hard muscles of his chest. His broad shoulders tapered down to a taut, flat abdomen. She caught her lower lip against her teeth as she boldly pressed her hand against the hardness of his arousal.

He groaned and buried his head against her neck, sucking and kissing her as his lips trailed down to her breasts.

Her hand slipped inside his briefs. She continued to squeeze and gently massage his straining masculinity. She debated about telling him that her lace bra opened at the front, but the thought was lost when Elijah forced a breast free and captured her nipple inside his mouth.

As he sucked, his hand found the clasp and freed her straining breasts. The bra clicked and fell away. He pulled his mouth away and grinned at her. “I always wanted to do that.”

She smiled and lifted her hips to remove her panties. “I’ve been wanting to take these off for a while.”

Elijah’s eyes followed the motion of her hands and returned to her face with burning desire. When her hands reached for the elastic around his waist he helped here, wanting them off faster.

He lay back on top of her, his swollen erection pressing around her belly, but he did not lower his hips to enter her. He sensually rubbed his lips against hers. “I love you, Mrs. Charity Bennet.”

She smiled against his lips. “Mrs. Charity Thompson-Bennet, you mean.” She rotated her hips so the tip of his throbbing shaft nuzzled her slippery softness.

A guttural growl vibrated deep in his throat and the soft kiss turned more demanding. In one thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. She arched in the pleasure it sent throughout her entire body. He sank himself into her, again and again. Her hips matched his fervent movement.

He slowed their frantic movement, pulling back a moment before gliding himself slowly, inch by incredible inch inside of her. Charity clenched and shuddered, tiny muscles exploded into millions of ripples of pleasure. She arched, trying to bury him deeper inside of her. The blinding, pulsing moment of release surprised her, she hadn’t expected to come so quickly, but the pleasure grew deliciously unbearable.

Elijah lifted her hips to his thrusting inside her again. Their arching and colliding found perfect rhythm, her body obeying an instinct she hadn’t known she possessed. Elijah sucked in a short sharp breath. His frantic movement increased as he abandoned himself to the pleasure. His body stiffened just before he exploded inside of her and groaned in blissful agony.

As they clung together, Elijah murmured, “I love you, baby. I love you.”

“Me, too,” she whispered into his neck savoring the moment and hoping it would last forever.

Chapter 14

They lay against each other, their glistening bodies being cooled from the fan moving above them. Elijah rolled off Charity onto his back, one arm staying under her head so his hand could play with her hair. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She snuggled against him and closed her eyes enjoying their moment of perfect marital bliss. “What a perfect day.”

He kissed her forehead. “It couldn’t have been any better.” He reached over and turned the lamp off on the nightstand beside the bed. The room turned into moonlit darkness.

Charity rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat its steady rhythm. “This house is amazing.” She let her eyes wander to the two large open windows that led to a private balcony. A slight wind ruffled the light curtains and the moon gave the room a slightly blue hue. “Not because of the size but the whole design to it. Nothing was missed.”

Elijah’s
hmmmm
reverberated against her. “My dad designed it. He thought of everything. Anything he forgot, he added later or my mother did. It is a gorgeous place.” He cleared his throat. “Shame to let it go.”

Charity sat up, her hair falling over her shoulder to cover her breast. “What do you mean?”

“My mother’s staying till December, but she’s bought a condo on the mainland that will be finished in November. The will left the house to me, with the clause that my mother could stay here as long as she wanted. I hoped it would be a few more years, but she doesn’t want to stay. It’s too big for her. We’re in New York and I can’t justify keeping this place as an occasional holiday place for us.”

“Think your boss will let you spend six months in New York and the other six months here?”

He stood and pretended to move to the door. “I could go ask him now if you want.”

Charity laughed and threw her crumpled bra at him. “Not like that.”

“Right.” He snapped his fingers and grabbed his phone. “I should at least have a schedule to show him it could work.”

She jumped out of the bed and raced to beat him to the door. “He’s my dad, I should probably ask him for you. He likes me more.”

Elijah wrapped his arms around her bare waist and pressed up against her. “You sure about that? I could’ve sworn he loved me more.”

She playfully elbowed him in the side. She could feel him grow hard against her as he nuzzled against her naked body. His breath hit the back of her neck in warm gusts. His touch sent quivers up her spine, waking every sensual cell in her body again. Cool air rushed against her skin as Elijah stepped back.

“Turn around,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I really want you. Now.”

Charity turned around as Elijah’s hands gripped her hips and pulled her roughly to him. His lips crushed into hers, he walked her backward against the wall beside the door. She didn’t resist. The natural light and shadows from the windows and crashing of the waves against the beach outside seemed to possess something in the air that created a sexual stir again.

His tongue pressed deep into her mouth only to move a moment later to send a trail of hot kisses down her throat. He captured one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked hard.

Charity gasped from the pleasure. Her fingers linked together against his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Elijah roughly slid his hands along her rib cage and stopped on her hips. He easily grasped and lifted her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him as his mouth found her again. He held her tight as he entered her in one hard thrust.

She kissed him and moved her lips against his neck and ear, licking and sucking so it grew hot in the small cavity between her face and him. She tightened and squeezed her thighs, relaxed slightly and then did it again.

“Fuck! Just… don’t move,” he begged. One of his hands pressed against the wall while the other arm cupped around her buttocks.

A sly smile spread across Charity’s face. “You don’t want me to do this?” she whispered into his ear and twirled her tongue against his earlobe. She didn’t let him respond. “Or is it this?” She clenched her thighs firmly at the same time tightening the muscles that surrounded his erection.

Elijah groaned. His mouth hung open and his eyes were shut tight. He slid slowly out of her before thrusting deep inside her again.

She repeated her movement as his became frantic. “Fuck! You… feel so good.” He pressed tight against her, crushing her and himself into the wall as his body spasmed and he spilled into her.

He slowly unwrapped her legs but moved his arm cupping her derrière so it slipped under her knees. He wrapped his other arm under her shoulders and carried her to the bed, kissing and nuzzling her face as he laid her down. Elijah gently pulled the sheets up and then hopped over her to spoon the length of her body.

He kissed her shoulder and wrapped his arm around her.

Charity smiled against the soft pillow. “Twenty minutes,” she murmured, “and we go again?” Her body ached from tiredness and sex. It was a delicious feeling and one she would take every day of the year if it meant being beside Elijah. She thought about his wedding vow. “You’re somebody to me,” she mumbled, not sure if she’d said the words aloud or inside her head.

Elijah cuddled her tightly. “That’s all I ever want to be.”