You and I Forever (20 page)

Closing the distance between our mouths, the moment our lips meet, a jolt runs through my entire body. Like it somehow knows that this one kiss is so much more monumental than all the ones that came before it. Because this kiss solidifies us as husband and wife.

Bentley is my husband. He is mine. Now and forever. And as he pulls me into his frame, my feet leaving the soft sand, I know that every decision I have made regarding him has been right. Because it was those decisions that led me here. Those decisions that brought me to this very moment. Those decisions that led me to marry the one man that has consumed me since the very first moment I laid eyes on him.

Every moment since then has been an exciting, overwhelming, crazy ride and I wouldn't change a second of it. Bentley slowly lowers me back to the sand, my feet meeting the earth just as he breaks the kiss.

Dropping his forehead to mine, he meets my gaze, his hands latching onto mine as he stares down at me. “I love you Mrs. Reed.” He smiles at his words.

“
I love you Mr. Reed.” I repeat, knowing there is no truer statement in the world.

Chapter

Nineteen

“
How are you feeling Mrs. Reed?” Bentley purrs from behind me, nuzzling his face into the back of my neck.

“
Quite well Mr. Reed.” I roll to face him, still not able to wipe the smile from my face that I have been wearing since we said 'I do' just six hours ago.

We have not left the bedroom since then, as Bentley insisted we consummate the marriage the right way. Not that I mind one bit. In fact, I can't imagine a better way to spend our wedding night than wrapped in his arms and losing myself in his touch.

“
I love you.” He smiles, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at me. “How did I get so lucky?” He runs his hand along my cheek.

“
Well I think that depends on who you ask. Many would probably say that I am the lucky one.” I reach up to push his hair away from his forehead.

“
And they would be right.” He smirks playfully, leaning down to brush his nose against mine in the most adorable way. “But I'm luckier.” He kisses me softly before pulling back.

“
Are we really going to lay here and debate which one of us is luckier?” I laugh at our obvious mushiness and wrinkle my nose playfully.

“
Of course not.” He pauses. “Because we have already established who is luckier.” He laughs when I swat playfully at his arm.

“
You're ridiculous.” I shake my head at him, laughing when he drops his face into the crook of my neck and rubs against my skin with his day old facial stubble. “Bentley.” I laugh, falling silent when he pulls back and hits me with a look I can't quite pinpoint. Love? Contentment? Adoration? Maybe all of the above wrapped into one? All I know is that it's enough to make my skin prickle and send my heart hammering inside of my chest.

“
I'm never going to get enough of you.” He breathes, causing my stomach to twist tightly in arousal with how seductively the words drip from his lips. Leaning down, my breath hitches when he stops just short of my mouth and trails his tongue across my bottom lip.

“
I'm sure you'll tire of me eventually.” I whisper as he closes his mouth down on mine.

“
Never.” He hisses, sliding his tongue inside my lips.

That's all it takes. A few whispered words, a deep kiss, and immediately I melt below him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him downwards. He shifts his weight onto me, sliding in between my legs as he deepens the kiss.

My hands immediately dive into the back of his hair and grip tightly, holding him to me. Even after the evening we have had together, I still can't quench the thirst that Bentley sends through my body. One touch, one kiss, and I crave him like my lungs crave air. A need so intense, I feel like without him I would surely suffocate.

Positioning himself at my entrance, he slides inside of me easily. My lust for him so great that he doesn't even need to touch me to know that my body is ready for him. He fills me to the point where he can't go any further and then stills inside of me, pulling away from my kiss to look down at my face.

“
You are so perfect.” He breathes, pulling out so far that only the tip of his erection remains inside of me, he lets out a slow controlled breath as he re-enters me slowly. “You feel that? We fit together perfectly. You were made for me Anna.” He breathes, repeating the same process again, causing me to lift up in an effort to keep him buried inside of me.

“
And now you're mine.” He purrs, relaxing his weight down on me. He pushes my hair away from my face and stares down at me for what feels like five minutes but is likely only five seconds.

My body is wound so tightly already that all I want is for him to start moving inside of me. I want to feel him pounding in and out of me, bringing my body to a point of pleasure that it has only known with Bentley. But I also can't deny the beauty of the moment either. The intimacy that I feel with him. An intimacy that I have never experienced with another person.

“
You're mine Anna.” He growls, finally moving but only just. His movements are slow and controlled and it's clear, he's in no rush. “Say it.”

“
I'm yours.” The words come out in more of a plea as he pushes deep inside of me once more. “Always.” I moan out as he increases the speed of his movements little by little.

“
My wife.” He pants, dropping his mouth to mine on a heated kiss that seems to be the undoing of his control.

Pushing away from my body, he rocks back on his knees, wrapping my legs around his back as he begins pounding inside of me. Like the first time we were together, he stares down at the point where our two bodies become one, his eyes immediately glazing over in arousal.

“
So fucking perfect.” He repeats, watching as he slides in and out of me. “Fuck Anna.” He growls, ripping his eyes away like another moment and he will not be able to stop himself from giving into his pleasure. But like always, he holds himself together until he knows that I am there. He always puts my pleasure first. Always.

“
Come for me baby.” He growls, collapsing his body down on top of me. His mouth finds mine instantly, his lips crashing down on mine on a kiss so heated, it takes only moments before the orgasm he's been waiting for starts working it's way to the surface.

It starts out slow, deep in my stomach and then the warmth spreads through every inch of my body. I climb higher and higher, feeling like at any moment I am going to split apart and simply float away. I scream out Bentley's name the moment my orgasm rips through me, my body trembling through the waves of pleasure that I can feel everywhere.

Bentley increases his speed immediately and within seconds, goes rigid against my body. I can tell by the way his body tenses and how rapid his breathing is coming, that his release is just as intense as mine. He seems to dangle there forever before finally falling over the edge, a deep growl escaping his lips against my mouth.

He slows his movements but doesn't still inside of me for another several long moments. Finally resting all his weight down on me, he pulls out and lays his head against my bare chest, my hands immediately going to his hair.

I run my fingers through his tangled mess of hair, trying desperately to calm my erratic breathing. Bentley has a way of pushing my body to its absolute limits and in doing so, has shown me a kind of pleasure that I never even knew existed.

“
Your heart is beating so fast.” His voice breaks the silence but he makes no attempt to move.

“
I wouldn't know why.” I say sarcastically, laughing when he nuzzles his face in between my breasts and then looks up at me like he is the happiest man in the world. Words fail me at the way he is looking at me right now. He looks so blissful, almost child like, and it only intensifies the already heightened emotions flowing through me.

“
I want to stay here with you like this forever. But at the same time, I want to take you home and scream to the world that you're my wife.” He smiles, shifting his weight from me as he rolls to the side and pulls me with him. Rolling onto his back, he wraps his arm around me as I rest my head against his chest and throw my leg over his.

“
My vote goes for staying here.” I purr, lightly running my hand across his chest, loving the way his skin prickles under my touch.

“
You're insatiable.” He laughs when I slowly trail my hand downwards, my fingers lightly grazing the tip of him before pulling away.

“
Me?” I question playfully, knowing full well that out of the two of us, he's the insatiable one. Okay, well maybe we both are. But who can blame me? This man is the sexiest person I have ever laid eyes on. I'd have to be blind not to want to spend every second with him buried deep inside of me, those incredible lips working skillfully against my mouth.

“
Are you denying it?” He challenges, turning a dimple filled smile down at me. My laughter answers his question and he chuckles beneath me, his chest vibrating lightly against my cheek.

“
When are we leaving?” I ask, knowing that up until this point we had planned on staying two weeks. Given that we have already been here almost two weeks, I can only assume that our little paradise getaway will soon be coming to an end.

“
We are scheduled to leave Sunday morning.” He says, laying a light kiss to my forehead. “But I could probably extend our trip a few more days if you want.” He snuggles me tighter against his body.

As much as I want to stay, especially given that Sunday is only three days away, I know that we really shouldn't. There is still so much I need to take care of. I need to re-enroll for classes and figure out that whole mess. Not to mention the studio. While I know that it's in good hands, I would be lying if I said that leaving Patty's baby to someone else has been harder on me than I realized. I am eager to get back and figure out a game plan moving forward.

“
No, we should go home.” I breathe, my fingers working slow circles across his stomach. “As much as I would love to stay, we can't avoid the real world forever.”

“
We could try.” He laughs lightly.

“
I know how hard it is for you to be able to walk away from work the way that you have. And I know that you did it for me. I won't ask you for more. This has been the most incredible two weeks of my life. But we have lives to get back to.” I say, somewhat still trying to reason with myself. Because no matter how much I know we need to leave, when it really boils down to it, I don't want to.

If Bentley gave me the opportunity to stay here with him forever, I think I would probably take it. It would be hard to leave my life in Chicago behind, my friends, the studio. But I think I could do it if it meant getting to spend everyday like this, curled up next to the man of my dreams in our little piece of heaven.

“
You are my life now.” He says, dropping his lips to the top of my head. “Your happiness is my priority.”

“
My happiness is not an issue as long as I am with you. I don't care where we are, if you are by my side, then I'm home.” I pull my head back and look up to find him staring down at me.

“
So Sunday?” He questions in a way that makes me feel like he is trying to convince himself we
have
to leave also.

“
Sunday.” I agree, smiling up at him. “I have a favor.” I say, pushing myself up into a sitting position and turning inward to face him.

“
Anything.” He smiles, trailing his hand lightly down my arm causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps.

“
I think I just decided something.” I laugh, still trying to work it out in my head. “I think I am going to run the studio. Not just own it but run it, the way Patty did. I want to be involved in the operations. I want to know the dancers and teach as well as manage.”

“
I think that sounds amazing.” He smiles sweetly at me, his hand still working gently across my skin. “But what's the favor?” He tacks on, clearly seeing that I haven't quite gotten to my point.

“
I really don't know anything about operating a business. I was wondering if maybe you could help me?” I phrase it as a question, not wanting to assume that because he's my husband now that he will just do whatever I want.

“
Of course I will.” He says, like he can't even believe I'm asking. “I am your husband Anna. I will be here for you in anyway that you need me. That includes business. Anything you need. You name it and it's yours.”

“
Thank you.” I breathe, not able to put into words how much it means to me to know that I can count on him one hundred percent. Not that I didn't already know that, but hearing his willingness to help me, the way he didn't hesitate for a moment, only confirms that fact.

“
Come here.” He smiles, pulling me back down to his chest, his hand immediately going into my hair. “Now comes the hard part.” He pauses, leaving me hanging for a moment before continuing. “We have to tell my mother that her only child got married without her there.” He laughs lightly.