For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love by Alessandra Torre, Al. Page A

and found my words. “What are you thinking?” I asked.
    “That we should stay in Vegas until we decide what to do?”
    “What are we deciding on?”
    “Us. Our future.” She sounded flustered.
    “How exactly do you feel about us?” I asked.
    Back in bed, she pulled the sheet over her beautiful naked tits. Tits I wanted to feel over and over. A body I wanted to worship. A pussy I wanted to own. “Honestly?”
    “Fuck, yeah.”
    “You might not like it.”
    “That’s okay.”
    “That I’m nervous but not scared. That you’re a lot of man and I hope I can handle it. That I like the way you are with me. And about a million other things that might take me all day to list. What about you? What are you thinking?”
    Slowly, I walked toward her and when I got closer, I lunged on the bed and pinned her beneath me. “I’m thinking that you were made for me. That I have no idea what it means to have a wife. That I might suck at being married, but I want to try too.”
    Her breathing picked up.
    I kissed her neck. “That I want to spend the day discussing your list.”
    Her body shivered beneath me. “What else?”
    I raised my brows. “That we’d better hurry up and fuck because we can’t miss that plane. Today is the Ashton family annual Christmas photo and I want you in it.”
    She laughed. “I’m serious.”
    I licked her neck this time. “So am I.”
    “Are you sure?” she asked, a little breathless.
    This time I sucked the spot her pulse beat. “About the fucking? Hell yes.”
    She broke free of my hold and shoved my chest. “No, about us.”
    I took both her wrists and stared down at her. “Yes. No. I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
    “Me either,” she sighed, “but I’m willing to give it a shot if you are.”
    “Oh, I am,” I growled and found her lips.
    She laughed and then kissed me with a passion I’d never known before her, and a hunger I’d never felt before erupted. I wanted to own her. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted her in every way. And here she was—mine for the taking.
    I pulled back. “I want you in the shower. Is that something a husband would tell his wife?”
    She giggled. “I think it’s something you would tell your wife. And I think your wife would tell you that you can have her wherever and however you want her. She’s yours.”
    With a grin, I stood and took her hand. “Fuck, I’ve never been someone’s husband. Does this mean you have to do whatever I tell you to?”
    She laughed. “No, but it means I can decide if I want to do whatever you tell me.”
    I nodded. I could live with that. “I have a need to control. Can you live with that?”
    “James, your alpha male tendencies were more than apparent within the first thirty seconds of my setting eyes on you. I wouldn’t be with you if I couldn’t handle it. If it didn’t turn me on. If I didn’t want a man like you. If I didn’t want all of you.”
    “All of me,” I breathed, getting harder and harder with each passing second.
    “Every. Single. Piece.”
    We were standing just before the threshold of the bathroom when I scooped her in my arms.
    “James, what are you doing?” she giggled.
    I fucking loved that sound. “I’m not sure if I did this last night, but just in case I didn’t, I’m doing it now.”
    “You’re crazy.”
    I set her on the counter and spread her legs wide. “Crazy for you,” I said as I bent to taste her sweet pussy.
    “Oh, James,” she breathed.
    That was a sound I wanted to hear from this day forward.
    And for the first time, I didn’t think marriage was so bad.
    In fact, for the first time in my life…I wanted to be married.
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