Laces and Lace (Assassins #6) Read online

“Oh, hush, I got you,” he said and then shot her a wink. “Gotta carry my bride over the threshold.”

  Her heart melted a little more as he slowly walked into the room before kicking the door shut. She expected him to put her down, but he carried her to the bed, laying her down slowly before covering her body with his. She welcomed his weight and closed her eyes in ecstasy as he kissed her long and hard. Threading his fingers in her hair, he deepened the kiss as his other hand held her face tenderly. As he kissed her, her heart pounded in her chest.

  They were married.

  The feeling was euphoric, to say the least, and as she got lost in Karson’s kisses, she knew this was the best moment of her life. She wasn’t lying when she said she had been waiting for this her whole life. She’d known when she first met him that he could be someone to completely steal her heart and he had. Thankfully, he had never given it back, or this moment wouldn’t be happening. She was excited for their future, the trips they would take in the off-season, the house they would make a home as they both furthered themselves in their careers. She was excited to grow old with him. To be his for the rest of their lives.

  Sitting up on his elbows, he moved his fingers along her jaw as he whispered, “Let’s get this dress off you before I rip it off with no cares in the world.”

  His need for her had her dripping between her thighs. She nodded as she fought for breath, and he sat up, pulling her with him. Standing her up, he turned her and slowly unzipped the back of the dress. When his lips touched her back, she took in a sharp breath as the straps fell down her arms. Soon the bodice followed, leaving her topless as he placed small kisses along her spine. Dragging his tongue along her shoulders, he bit her neck playfully before inching the dress down over her hips and dropping to his knees to help her out of it. He placed a kiss to the small of her back before running his tongue along her left butt cheek and then playfully smacking her right, causing her to jump.

  She turned around, a grin on her face, and the smile on his face was glorious and all for her. He looked up at her like she wasn’t twenty pounds overweight or had boobs that weren’t real or tattoos covering every inch of her chest. No, the only thing in his eyes was pure and undying love for her.

  “You are stunning, Lacey Arielle King.”

  Her heart stopped at hearing her new name leave his lips. Taking in a deep breath, she cupped his face and said, “I love you, husband.”

  Turning his face in her hand, he kissed her palm and then looked up into her eyes before saying, “I love you, wife.”

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat and begged the tears to stay at bay, but when he stood, lifting her dress slowly, her heart exploded in her chest as she watched him take such care to lay the dress over the chair that was beside the bed. As he looked back at her, she slowly lowered herself to the bed as she watched him remove his shirt and then pants, leaving him in a thin pair of boxers, his erection visible and long.

  Coming to the bed, he gathered her in his strong arms, lifting her off the bed and against his chest. He kissed up her neck and her jaw before meeting his mouth to hers. She felt so safe, so perfect in his large arms, against his strong chest.

  Laying her down, he tore his mouth from hers and kissed down her neck to her breasts. She expected him to fondle her, but he only kissed her two peaks as he continued down, dipping his tongue into her belly button before sliding down the white lace panties that said “Bride” along her mound. He kissed her center softly, dipping his tongue inside her, causing her to gasp for breath under his talented mouth. Threading her fingers in his mass of dark hair, she cried out as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Dragging his mouth from her wanton pussy, he kissed her thighs, running his tongue along them before returning to her clit and continuing the unbearable assault. Holding her breasts, she bit her lip as she watched him move his mouth along her wet pussy. When his eyes met hers, she swore she came right there. His eyes were dark, possessive as he fucked her with his tongue.

  She was his and he knew it.

  “Oh, Karson, I’m going to come,” she cried, her legs shaking and her back arching as her gaze stayed locked with his. Tearing his mouth from her, he bit her thigh as she cried out in protest.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make you come, but I want to be inside you when it happens.”

  She couldn’t argue with that; she wanted him inside her. He pushed his boxers to the floor, his cock springing out at her before he ran his hands up her thighs, dipping his fingers inside her. She thought he was going to finger her, but instead, he brought his fingers back to his mouth, sucking them between his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  She didn’t know what to say, and before she could even try, he flipped her over like she weighed nothing and entered her without any kind of warning. Crying out, she squeezed his cock hard with her body as she fisted the blanket in her hand. Taking her hips in his hands, he lifted her up before thrusting inside her and taking her breath away.

  Closing her eyes, she took each thrust, biting into her lip as Karson massaged her ass and then her lower back. When his hands slid up her back to her shoulders, she arched, taking him deeper as he dug his thumbs into the top of her back. She was there; she was going to come, but before she could, he pulled out of her and flipped her back to her back.

  “Not yet,” was all he whispered before entering her again. “I want to watch you come all over me.”

  It was by far the hottest thing that had ever been said to her. Or maybe it was the intensity in his eyes that had her digging her fingers into his shoulders. She wasn’t sure, but her whole body was burning with need. As he moved into her, she met his gaze and couldn’t look away if she tried. She never wanted this moment to end; she loved the connection they shared. He was the yin to her yang, and she couldn’t get enough of his hard body or soft kisses. He treated her like she was a delicate flower, but at the same time, manhandled her like she was a strong piece of marble. It was mind-blowing and glorious. Tears stung her eyes from the perfection of it all.

  Snaking his arm under her neck, he brought her up to his mouth as he continued to move inside her. As his mouth caressed hers, he picked up speed, their bodies gliding together in beautiful harmony. She started to squeeze him with her impending orgasm, but when his hand slid between their bodies, she simply flew into the clouds. Crying out, his name falling from her lips, Lacey came harder than ever.

  As Karson’s wife.

  She wasn’t sure if that was the reason it felt so different, but as he moved into her, each time harder than the last, she felt whole. For so long she’d felt like something was missing, and it was Karson. She knew that, but at that moment, lost in his eyes as he came hard inside her, she knew that her body, her heart, her everything was Karson’s.

  And nothing would ever change that.

  Falling on top of her, he dusted her face with kisses before sliding his nose along hers. Looking deep into her eyes, he whispered, “I love you, Mrs. King.”

  Her grin matched his as she ran her fingers along his sweat-dampened back. “And I love you more, Mr. King.”

  As he kissed her softly, she knew that nothing could ever top the way she felt in that moment. She felt loved, complete, and perfectly euphoric, and it was all because of him.

  In that bed, it was only the two of them, but tomorrow they would have to face the world. With Karson by her side, though, she knew they would be okay.

  At least, she prayed they would be.

  Opening her eyes, Lacey smiled when she found Karson fast asleep, looking peaceful and oh so gorgeous beside her. His hair was astray, his mouth hanging open as his long, dark lashes kissed the top of his cheeks. He took in a deep breath and stirred a little before reaching for her and bringing her closely into a cocoon of Karson. His arms shielded her from the world, his scent, manly and woodsy, intoxicated her, and the feel of his heart steady against her chest soothed her.

  They were marr