The Holloways (Made for Love Book 3.5) Read Free Page B

and adore you. I promise to respect and honor you. I promise to cherish and never forsake you for the rest of my life. I cannot wait to call myself your wife, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until I breathe my last. Rome—I’m yours forever.”
    When I finish reciting my vows, a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth before he sighs, resting his forehead against mine. “Babe—”
    “It’s our wedding night, baby. I’d hoped that you wouldn’t be able to stop touching me—that we’d spend hours kissing and licking and—”
    A deep groan rumbles from his chest before he cuts me off with a kiss, snaking his hand up my back until his fingers reach the base of my neck. He holds me close, his tongue invading my mouth as I press my knees against his sides tightly. His kisses me with a desperation that assures me that any lingering disappointment has been forgotten with the reminder that tonight is ours for the taking.
    “I’m sorry,” he tells me, speaking between the kisses that he trails down my neck. He slides a hand up around my breast and my nipples harden as he squeezes me gently. “Won't happen again.”
    “Mmm, Roman,” I whisper when I feel his cock harden beneath me. He pulls his lips away from me and looks into my eyes.
    “Did I hurt you before?” he asks, his gaze drifting to my lips and then back up.
    “I’ll get used to it,” I murmur, my eyes mimicking his as they travel down to his lips and then back up again.
    “Do you want—"
    “Make love to me, Rome,” I whisper as I grind against his erection. He groans once more, which sounds impossibly sexy, and I suddenly don't care how sore I am. “I want you. I love you. I need you.”
    He requires no further encouragement. I’m pinned beneath him in seconds, his hands exploring my body as he showers me with kisses. I close my eyes, in love with the way he touches me—as if he’s hungry and he’s afraid he'll never get enough. I feel the same longing for more even now.
    When he eases his way into me again, I try my best to stifle my wince. He notices and kisses me gently, expressing an unspoken understanding. He pulls out of me slowly before he glides back in. Soon, I forget about the pain; soon, all I feel is full— full of his cock, full of his love; soon, every stroke is welcome.
    My erratic breaths mingle with his ragged ones, neither of us able to pull our eyes away from the other. My hands roam over him, desperate to grab hold of him and never let him go. When he moans, his thrusts picking up speed, I know he's close. My heart races, anxious to see him succumb to the ecstasy of his climax. He jerks one final time and then stills as he comes, his roar vibrating against my chest.
    My gorgeous man is breathtaking as he comes undone. My heart swells knowing that his orgasms belong to me, and me alone. I know, now more than ever, that waiting to share this with him on our wedding night—as his wife—wasn't just a decision we made together. It was his gift to me.
    Best. Wedding gift. Ever.

“L OGAN, BABE, WE’RE LATE. The car is here. Everyone is waiting,” Roman calls out from the other side of the bathroom door.
    I grin at my reflection when he rattles the handle, checking to see if I’ve yet to unlock it.
    I haven’t.
    “I’ll be out in a second, baby!”
    “Well, hurry up. Daph is blowing up my phone.”
    “Maybe I’d be ready if someone hadn’t decided we needed one more round in bed to close out the year,” I say loudly, putting in my second dangly, silver earring. Once it’s fastened and secure, I lift my eyebrows and wait for his response. I hear him clear his throat, but he doesn’t say a word. My grin grows wider as I suppress a giggle. “Yup, that’s what I thought,” I mutter under my breath.
    I take one last look at my face under the bright light above the hotel mirror and decide that I’m satisfied with my handiwork. My green eyes look smoldering with the smoky