CHAPTER641
I elbow him again, only more aggressively this time. Especially as his joking at how great in bed I am isn’t true. We haven’t had sex in weeks. The men all laugh and make weird dirty gestures and nods as though he told them all I was an A grade porn star and I seriously wonder why women put up with men at all.
“Arrick is enough women for both of us; cooking, neat freak and all that, so one of us had to have the bedroom skills to make it worthwhile.” I jut in sassily and raise a wicked eyebrow at him as everyone demolishes with hysterical laughter.
“Hey!” Arrick looks genuinely unimpressed that I told his friends he’s lame in bed.
Burn, Bitch!
“That is fucking hilarious. Your wife is going to do just fine in keeping you in check.” Nathan slaps Arricks shoulder and he softens into a smile that says he knows I was kidding. Well played jibe and all that. Commotion in the room pulls everyone’s attention over the noise of a bustling party and as everyone turns or leans to see what’s going on with a drunk woman by the buffet tables Arrick buries his face against my neck and nuzzles me softly.
“Fancy taking a walk with me Mrs. Carrero. All that sex talk has me crazy horny?” He whispers for my ears only and the shivers of anticipation practically rip my clothes off. I have been horny as hell for the last few days and almost made him break our celibacy agreement on more than one occasion. Getting hot and steamy in bed while curled up together and then the asshole started sleeping on the couch because apparently, he has limited will power and he didn’t trust himself.
I have seriously hated the fact that we decided to sex ban ourselves until tonight as the wedding got closer. My lack of sexual appetite has been replaced with constant naughty dreams and crazy longings. I even butt humped Arrick in a bid to get a quickie when he was leaning over the coffee table yesterday morning and got a look of ‘Baby, what are you doing?’ before he patted me on the head like a puppy and sent me skipping with a slap to my butt, back to my room to pack for coming here. That will not be happening tonight. He is all mine for the picking.
I am in my reception dress, a lightweight floaty number with easy access from its shorter length and simple design. I may or may not have designed this dress with thoughts of having it easily removed at speed and high five myself for my forward thinking. I can’t imagine anything better for a sexy reunion than getting naked fast and putting an end to my cravings.
I nudge him with my butt to move him back as way of answer and smile at our group of friends. Christian is already in a corner with some bartender, seeing as he’s newly single and on the pull and wandered away ten minutes ago. The rest seem to be engrossed in the woman now being on the floor with a platter of prawns and I see a great opportunity for escape. Everyone getting distracted with drama is great for us.
“I’m going to the ladies’ room.” I announce innocently to no one in particular and pull myself free of my new husband’s arms with a last eye up of my man candy. He looks crazy sexy now he’s discarded his jacket and bow tie and is walking around in an open collared, untucked white shirt over black pants. He’s also a little more drunk than most and smiling like the cat who got the cream. I love when he looks slightly ruffled and has less pristine hair. Casually laid back due to alcohol and extremely open to all kinds of fun when he’s in this mood. I have a longing for a special kind of fun. A little hotter and harder than sweet honeymoon sex. Although knowing him, our ‘first time’ is probably going to be crazy romantic and gentle considering what I am recovering from.
He catches me to throw a kiss on my cheek and nods subtly to the door across the room, leading out into the gardens. I smile and kiss him back. Secret code for yes and get a subtle wink in reply. We are so getting out of here to consummate our wedding vows. Even if it’s still not even midnight yet.
I get out into the garden practically unnoticed after winding my way through drunk folks; a lot are ogling the same commotion on the floor, so it’s relatively easy. I make a swift exit to the quiet little side path running down the darker empty area of his mom’s house, looking around to see if any outside guests are around and jump when hands land on my ass almost immediately.
I squeal and burst into giggles when Arrick picks me up and wraps me around his waist, silencing me with a kiss as he moves me back against the house. He practically pins me to the wall and presses his nose to mine in that sweet way he always does.
“Mrs. Carrero.” He smiles, full on and completely natural.
“Mr. Carrero.” I reply sweetly and giggle when he bounces me up a little higher for a comfier grip and I rest my arms around his neck.
“We finally did it, huh? I can’t believe you’re my wife. Today has been crazy surreal.” He smiles at me, total adoration evident.
“I’m sure the novelty will wear off soon and you will wonder what the hell you did this for.” I giggle as he ‘shoogles’ me from side to side a little. Cutely enamored and looking merrily happy on more than booze.
“Never. This is exactly what I have been waiting on for two years.”
“Only two?” I giggle at him as I lean down to bestow a peck on that little nose of his. If he has loved me for eight, then he needs to learn to count. He grins at me and throws me a wink which sort of says ‘Maybe.’
“You remember being here like this once before?” He nudges me and nods around him as though trying to jog my memory. I frown and look around at this nothing little space of concealed garden and realize what he’s getting at. A memory of the first-time things between us moved to what we have now. Leila’s anniversary party and Arrick kissing me up against this wall.
“You’re very sentimental, aren’t you?” I giggle as he presses a kiss to me and pulls back again with a smile.
“I like the fact we are in the same spot two years later and now you’re my wife. Feels amazingly good.” He grins at me, happiness beaming over every tiny little inch of that handsome face.
“You told me you had no intention of letting me go that night.” I remind him softly and rub my nose against his affectionately. Feeling warm and gooey.
“I meant it. I still do. That night changed everything, Sophs. You were what I had been searching for my whole life. You still are.” He kisses me softly and nuzzles his nose against mine cutely. I press my palm to his heart and the tears well up as emotion catches in my throat.
“Still your uniquely shaped puzzle piece that fits right here.” I utter softly and smile against his lips when he kisses me again.
“You know it.” Arrick murmurs in my mouth as he traces my tongue with his, moving sweet to sexy and I relent at speed. One thing about him is, he has always been an amazing kisser and a slight switch in style can have me a hot mess in seconds. He has upped a gear and teasing my mouth into complete submission. Arrick may let me wear the pants a lot of the time in our relationship, but when it comes to seduction, he has all the moves and all the control. Even now.
Arrick hands are under my dress in seconds, both of us way too turned on and impatient for sex after weeks without and it doesn’t take long for me to get his pants undone. If we had this idea of a romantic first night, then it’s straight out the window for a quick screw in a garden while one of us is crazily drunk. I don’t even care. I am beyond horny for him.
Who said romance is dead?"
