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Sort of. . ." She took a
deep steadying breath and searched inside herself, hoping to find a
vein of cool, clever sophistication. Instead, she discovered a
steadily increasing passion for the man who was holding her. "Mmmm
. . . what are you doing?"
"This is the Noah Drake method for
effectively combatting the new wife jitters."
With a more relaxed sigh, she leaned closer
against him, luxuriating under the lengthy strokes his hands were
making along her spine. "How many new wives have you stopped
jittering?"
His lips languidly sculpted the rounded
curve of her jaw and settled by her ear. "You're my first wife,"
Noah admitted in a husky whisper. "First, last and always. Have I
told you lately how much I love you?"
"Not for at least five minutes." She
suddenly became very involved with his body. She pushed beneath the
silken knit of his gray shirt, fingers pressing into the lean
muscled strength of his shoulders. His flesh was hard and tough.
When her hands slid around to his chest, the dark crisp hairs
trapped her eagerly exploring fingertips. The spicy smell of him
aroused her, as did Noah's own investigating hands.
She felt the zipper lowering on the back of
her pale yellow sundress and then the wide ribbon straps were
discreetly untied. Noah pressed butterfly kisses along her right
cheekbone and on the tip of her nose, his lips coming to a gentle
rest against hers.
"Do you know I only started breathing,
really feeling alive the day I was lucky enough to meet you."
The sincerity of his words and the timbre of
his voice made her eyes pool with tears. "Oh, Noah, I feel the
same." Marlayna's arms moved to encircle his neck. "I love you very
much and I'm not afraid anymore."
"Suddenly I am." His brown gaze darkened
seriously. "I want everything to be perfect for you. Today,
tomorrow and always. And I want to be perfect for you. You deserve
nothing less."
"So . . ." she pressed closer, her rounded
feminine form filling in the rough angles of his male physique,
"…perfect me . . ." Her mouth settled warmly, firmly, enticingly
onto his.
Noah masterfully accepted her invitation.
His tongue was a playful intruder that teased apart her lips and
probed the lush interior beyond. Dual sighs and moans echoed softly
and were alternately provoked and ravenously consumed by nibbling
teeth, rubbing lips and cavorting tongues.
Assorted masculine and feminine clothes
began to clutter the ruby carpet until each stood viewing the other
wrapped in a shared cloak of love. "You are incredibly beautiful,
Mrs. Drake." Noah's arms moved around the indentation of her waist,
his large hands settling low to cup the rounded globes of her
buttocks.
"And you, Mr. Drake, certainly surpass any
naked man I’ve ever seen," Marlayna whispered, her teeth pulling at
his earlobe.
"How many naked men have you seen,
lady?"
She shivered in delightful anticipation as
his right hand moved upward, across her torso to gently cup her
full breast. "Ooo . . .only one in a rather risqué R-rated movie
and a copy of Michelangelo's David."
"So, I'm better than an Italian master's
statue?" His thumb and forefinger deftly manipulated the hardened
nipple.
Her palm moved slowly down his sinewy chest,
fingers splaying amid the silken mat of dark curls. "You're much,
much better," Marlayna told him truthfully. "You're flesh and blood
and very, very real." Her hand slid lower. "Although it seems one
very intrinsic part of you is growing marble hard."
"And very anxious." He lowered his head,
letting his lips and tongue take the place of his fingers. She felt
electrified and whimpered with pleasure, wondering how it was
possible to constrict with delicious tension one minute and
suddenly feel that all her bones had been turned to gelatin the
next.
"Noah . . . please . . ." Marlayna was
surprised to hear herself begging. "Please ... I don't think I can
stand up any longer."
"That makes two of us." He led her to the
massive round bed that readily provided support. Noah