Ready to Wed by J. L. Berg Page B

scattered everywhere. The fact that it made my breasts look like a million bucks didn’t hurt either. Garter belts and matching stockings finished the look.
    After Leah had helped me out of my wedding dress and into this, I’d stood in front of the floor length mirror in awe. I didn’t even care that both my mother and Logan’s mother were behind me. I was freaking hot.
    And by the looks my husband was giving me, I’d say he agreed.
    “Jesus,” he breathed, as the last of my gown hit the floor, and he eyes went everywhere, roaming over every inch of my body.
    “Turn around. Slowly,” he ordered. His voice had dropped to that sexy tone I loved, and my stomach clenched in anticipation.
    I made a slow circle, placing my hands on my hips and pivoting seductively so he could see all of me.
    Before I’d even made it all the way back around, Logan was throwing off his suit jacket, tugging at his tie and tossing it to the ground. His eyes were wild by the time he looked up and zeroed in on me. It was hot.
    He undid his cufflinks, followed by the buttons of his shirt, letting it hang freely to the sides which exposed his chest and perfect abs. He smirked, knowing I was loving what was in front of me, and continued his slow strip tease. His shirt hit the floor, and then in a rush, he made quick work of everything else, leaving only him standing in front of me.
    My husband was so sexy.
    Logan stalked towards me, backing us up until my thighs hit the bed. He gently wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me, placing me under him on the bed.
    “I knew the moment I walked into that exam room, my life had changed. You gave me a reason…two reasons to live,” he said, brushing his hand down my thigh, as he kissed my neck.
    He did this for what seemed like hours—running his hands up and down my body, kissing me everywhere as he whispered endearments and promises in my ear. By the time his fingertips reached the waistband of my thong, I was practically writhing in need.
    “Logan…I need…,” I started.
    “I know,” he said, as he slipped his finger inside me and flicked my clit. My hips shot forward and I let out a low moan.
    “I think my wife likes that,” he chuckled, “Let’s see what else she likes.”
    My thong slid down my thighs and joined my gown on the floor.
    “Mmm…this is a good look for you,” he said as he pushed my legs forward and apart, exposing me completely. “Yes, a very good look.”
    He scooted down the bed until he was kneeling in front of it, and I nearly whimpered as I waited, knowing what would come next.
    “Wrap those legs around my head Clare.”
    I did as I was instructed, watching as his hands moved up and down my thighs as I wrapped them around his head. His eyes were darker, like clouds right before a storm.
    I criss-crossed my heels at the nape of his neck and he didn’t waste any time, making me cry out as his mouth made its first contact with my core.
    He licked and worshiped me with his mouth and within minutes, I was climaxing, pulling at his hair as I screamed his name. “Oh Logan, yes!”
    He crawled up my body, and I reveled in the feel of his skin brushing against mine.
    “I love seeing you in this, but I think it’s time for it to go,” he said seductively, reaching down to separate my garter belt from my stockings with an expert flick of his wrist. He repeated the process on the other side and then slowly slid the stockings down my legs, stopping only to remove my shoes.
    He returned, hovering over me, as he removed my corset, taking time to undo every tiny fastening with care. Apparently he didn’t want to ruin this piece of clothing. It didn’t stop him from tossing it in the growing pile on the floor however.
    “Finally, nothing but you,” he said, before leaning down to brush his lips over mine. He teased me, nipping, licking, and tasting me until I was whimpering beneath him.
    “I need you, Logan,” I begged.
    “I know. I need you, too,” he agreed,