“You did.”
Surprisingly, I made it to the bathroom without dropping her and halted in front of the mirror. My stance swayed, but my eyes fixed on the way her bum looked in the reflection over my shoulder. Mia wiggled in my arms, her laugh bouncing off my back.
I pulled up her dress to get a better look, and the white lace knickers clung to her sex like a second skin. “For the love of God, Mia,” I growled, moving my free hand up her bare thigh and over her perfect round arse. My knob stretched inside my pants as the buzz rushed to the one place craving to be inside her. The way she looked from behind arrested my gaze, flaring animalistic desires within me.
“Ollie,” she whimpered, but my fingers continued to wander, grazing up and down her slit over her white lace.
“Stay still, love. I just want to look at you.” I stretched her knickers to the side with one hand to reveal her. My lips broke apart, my balls tightened, and I couldn’t remove my eyes from the view as oxygen held inside my lungs.
Of course, she didn’t listen, pressing her bottom against fingers as I stroked her, wanting more. The liquor flowing through me forced my two fingers in my mouth, then over her tight entrance, making circles as she glistened. I watched, kneading her tight hole and inching them inside, my thumb scraping over her little clit. Mia’s legs shook, and my fingers curled. A fire blazed across my skin down to my groin. “You have no idea what this is doing to me right now. You are so … fucking Christ, Mia.” I quickly walked to the bed before tossing her over, changing my mind on the shower. I needed her now, and she laid over the cloud-white sheets in her wedding dress as I stood over her, taking her in.
The dress hugged her tiny frame, a deep dip down the middle of her chest, and my eyes touched over every inch of my wife. Mia lifted her arms over her head, where the flower crown fell, and she turned her head outside the balcony before her brows pinched together. “Ollie …”
A lump lodged inside my throat at the way she looked, and I tried to swallow it back down before saying, “Yeah?”
Her eyes slid back to me. “A fucking monkey is watching us.”
“What?” I laughed, unsure if I heard her correctly or if the number of shots I’d taken distorted her words.
She pointed toward the balcony. “A monkey is staring at me right now.”
I looked back, and sure enough, a brown monkey was sitting over the railing of the terrace, staring right back. “Your bloody right.” I snapped my head back toward her. “What do we do?”
“I don’t know,” her eyes darted back and forth from the monkey to me, “I can’t get naked with it staring at me, Ollie. It’s weird.”
And I was certain the little ape wasn’t going to ruin the night or my chances of Mia not undressing for me. I marched toward the terrace and waved my hands out in front of me, with Mia giggling from behind. “Bugger off!” I whisper-shouted, and the monkey’s eyes moved behind me to Mia once more before taking off to the next balcony over.
I turned back, and my gaze collided with Mia’s, who was standing at the foot of the bed with a delicate smile. The strap of her dress fell off one shoulder, and her eyes captured me, begging for me to take her out of it. A few steps forward, and I towered over Mia and fell under her spell, utterly lost in her. A dizzy spell of a moment, making me weak and empowered, unsure whether or not to fall to my knees or tear off the dress and cross lines, limits, and horizons.
My fingers danced over the straps to behind her, and I unzipped the dress down to the base of her back. Mia allowed the dress to slide from her body to the floor, pooling at her feet, and my heart slammed inside my chest. She stood bare, and the tips of my fingers skimmed over her lines, from her collarbone down the length of her arms. My fingers itched to touch all over her, drowning in wanderlust for this woman.
Mia looked up at me with tender eyes, goosebumps glittering over her ivory skin. A blush graced her cheeks. Golden suns glowed in her eyes. Ecstasy tugged on her lips. I dipped down and kissed her, already a goner.
Mia gripped my biceps as I walked her backward toward the bed. The backs of her knees hit the edge before she sat, and my lips moved like a scream, my slow hands like a whisper. My chest burned from my thrashing heart, ready to break free from its cage and soar with hers. Emotions caused my hands to shake, and Mia pulled away. “Stop thinking,” she whispered against my lips, her fingers hooking onto my belt, “let go and make love to me, Ollie.”
My belt came undone. My button and zipper came undone. My bloody mind came undone as she pulled my pulsing cock out and trailed her tongue along the bottom of my shaft, and the soft beat of the music followed my fingers through her hair. A breath stuck in my chest as she took me deep, and I leaned forward from the pressure climbing. Her neck twisted, conquering a different angle and threatening my control. And when her eyes lifted to mine, I struggled to pull away.
But I did … because I needed our connection more.
Laying her back across the bed, I crawled between her legs and up her torso. Mia’s nails dragged down my back as my breath hit her neck before my lips did. Chests grazing, my palm slid down to her thigh, and I wrapped it around my waist.
Then I entered her slowly until all of me was in all of her. I wet my lips as she held my face, moving my mouth to hers. Together we chased highs, star-gazed, and transcended time, a wild eclipse between the sheets, flying within our supernova. The moonlight came from outside the terrace, tracing shadows across her skin, but the shadows couldn’t erase the colorful feeling burning between us, just like she’d said.
Bodies slick. My name upon her lips. Her taste on mine. We reached our heaven. Earth quaking, body shaking. Sinning and worshipping, there was an innocence battling a fury, and all night was spent up in flames, over and over, as if it were our own religion.
By the time her head laid upon my chest, my heart pounding against her cheek, I wanted to wrap us up in the stars and live there forever. It was moments like these I would tattoo over my flesh so I could always be beautiful, and she could always admire the way she made me feel.
It was true, there should be a lifetime of these moments, but there was also a small fleeting pinch inside my chest, reminding me the worst has yet to come. Mia fell asleep in my arms, but I stayed awake, fighting off the demons after my sunrise closed her eyes. There was still a man to kill, and a problem to take care of. Ghost and Dex. I’d promised her forever, but I was still outrunning the desperate decisions of my past.
We’d broken away from Liam and Jake to explore Gibraltar. The weather was perfect, low seventies, and I slipped into cut-off jean shorts and a cream-colored blouse with a floppy woven hat Ollie had bought for me in Madrid over my head. I grabbed my camera before we were out the door in search of coffee. We’d never been heavy breakfast people, a few pastries, and we were always good to go. But there had been many nights we’d eaten breakfast for dinner, and Ollie’s chocolate chip pancakes had quickly become my favorite.
It was a hard hike up the steep Mediterranean staircase to the Highest Point of Gibraltar, sitting 435-meters above the white sandy beach where we married just the day before. Another tourist took a photo of the two of us standing over the moor, the wind threatening to blow us away. From up here, you could see Africa’s coastline across the Strait of Gibraltar. “You see those mountains off in the distance?” Ollie asked me against the wind, his eyes glistening with the view. I nodded, and he continued, “That’s Morocco.”