His muscles clench at the same time he hisses through his teeth. "Not a good idea."
"You've teased me all morning."
"You came twice on my tongue. How's that teasing?" His voice is strained as I increase pressure.
"Like I said, you're not the only one who gets all the fun." My free hand moves between us, my thumb circling the base of his shaft.
His animalistic groan sounds around the room, encouraging my inner vixen to continue. His hands go to my thighs and his jaw ticks as he struggles for control. I take the few seconds before he pounces to admire him laid out before me. The overgrown beard on his face is nothing short of exquisite against his tan skin. His blue eyes are clouded with passion and lust as I slowly swivel my hips. The way he licks his lips right before he drives upward.
It's a losing battle, but oh so fun to keep him on the wire.
"Five seconds, you have five seconds."
I increase my rocking, angling my hips to take him deeper, and caress his balls once more before I'm flying to my back and reaching for him. He kneels between my legs and thrusts urgently.
He's merciless, going deeper than possible until I can't take anymore. My entire body spasms as I arch back and shout his name. He is with me, his mouth going to the tendon on my neck as he stills, convulsing inside me.
My brain short circuits and I hold on to him for dear life, needing to feel his hard body covering mine.
"Swore to myself I would take my time this morning. Worship this body." He braces on his elbows above my shoulders, keeping the weight from crushing me.
"Sweetie." I loosen my clutch around him. "You worship me all the time."
"This is different."
"Your determination has made you a caveman." My hand moves to sift through his hair and brings his face to mine. "We are leaving this room today, aren't we?"
"Yes, in about thirty minutes, I plan on fucking you on the verandah." He twists his head to our private patio with a pool overlooking the Caribbean ocean.
I turn to see the view we've enjoyed the last few days and burst into giggles. "We are leaving this room today."
"Tried that once. Nope, not interested in doing it again," he grumbles, his gaze going dark.
I know he's remembering the young man who flirted with me while we were checking in. His flattery ended quickly. "Not only are you a caveman, you're also a bully. He was harmless. It's his job to be charming to the clientele. I'm sure he got the message when you growled like a dog loud enough for everyone to hear."
"He was ogling with sex on his mind."
This is an argument I won't win, so I try a different tactic. "You bring me to a private villa in Antigua and think I want to stay locked away?"
"Room service and housekeeping are all we need."
"We'll see." I shoot him a noncommittal grin, loving the battle of wills that typically comes along with the 'we'll see' game.
"Princess, we've been fucking slammed for weeks. I have you all to myself for nine days. No families, friends, weddings, work, remodeling—nothing but us enjoying our honeymoon. You want to ride my ass over wanting time alone with my new wife?"
God, I don't know how it's possible to fall even more in love with him, but it happens frequently. Especially when he's like this. But I also know this is a lot more than wanting to stay holed away.
First, he's a Kendrick.
Second, he's a Kendrick on a mission.
A specific mission.
A few weeks ago, we talked and went birth control free. Actually, he decided and took matters into his own hands, telling me as he flushed my pills. I knew it was coming, I'd talked to my doctor already in preparation, and didn't put up a fight. My body may take some time to get on a cycle. It may have appeared I was a pushover, but he was very convincing.
Miller wants to start a family, and I can't wait. I also knew coming into this honeymoon he'd set his sights and expectations.
"I'm not riding your ass, sweetie. If you really want to stay secluded, it's not a hardship."
"Glad you see things my way." He bends his head down, kissing me softly.
There's a knock at the door, room service announcing our breakfast. Miller nips at my bottom lip before slipping out of me and off the bed, covering my naked body with the sheet. "Stay put. Breakfast in bed."
He comes out of the closet a few seconds later in loose-fitting gym shorts and nothing else. My mouth waters at his toned body and rippling muscles with the slight sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. He catches me ogling, flashing me the same wicked grin that's always sent my heart and stomach into overdrive.
He refuses the waiter's offer to deliver the food, instead rolling the cart in himself. His eyes pierce into mine. I break the connection and glance outside, standing and letting the sheet fall.
"Jesus, fucking beautiful."
In my head, I know that's impossible. My hair is a wild mane, my body flushed and splotched with small scrapes from his beard, and multiple marks and hickeys from days of his devotion. But he sees none of that.
"The verandah?"
He grunts his answer, rounding the cart.
I step outside, completely nude with no inhibitions, knowing he's on my heels.
Breakfast can wait.
Epilogue
Miller
6 Weeks Later
"You got it?" I ask my nephew, who's nodding proudly.
"No room for mistakes, this has to go off without a hitch." I eye him skeptically. "I'm counting on you."
"Jeez, Uncle Miller, I'm not a rookie. Dad and I do this kind of stuff all the time!" He's losing patience with me.
I look to Pierce, who's grinning pompously at his son. "Yeah, I've trained him well. Maybe not in this specific circumstance, but trust it."
I give a chin jerk, walking away to take my
