Undressed By His Legal Services: Marry Me Again

She sucked in a quick breath and exhaled.

Dorian nearly laughed.

The woman was priceless.

He followed through on his promise. His mouth came down over hers.

Naomi melted almost instantly. Her thoughts were still racing through everything she owed him, everything he had given her and every reason she should be terrified. She wound her arms around his neck, as she rose onto her toes.

Dorian’s hands tightened around her waist.

Naomi lifted one leg, leaning more fully into him.

The kiss deepened.

Dorian kept giving her things she had no idea how to repay: Safety, freedom, a family, a future.

Standing there in his arms, Naomi finally stopped trying to calculate the balance. Maybe that was the point.

Maybe loving him wasn’t supposed to be a transaction.

She didn’t have to equal him dollar for dollar, gift for gift, gesture for gesture. She only had to love him.

Dorian kissed her slower, one hand moving gently into her hair as Naomi relaxed completely against him.

”Take me home, Dorian.” Naomi’s voice was soft when she finally pulled away from the kiss.

”Fuck yes!”

Naomi laughed as he turned immediately and headed for the exit.

By the time they got home, patience was hanging by a thread.

Naomi walked into their bedroom and stopped in the middle of the room while Dorian shut the door behind them.

He emptied his pockets onto the dresser, setting down his phone and wallet, his attention clearly somewhere else.

When he turned back to her, Naomi had already reached behind herself.

Her fingers found the zip of her dress, holding his gaze as she pulled it down.

The fabric loosened around her body and slipped to the floor.

He walked toward her. ”Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

”All of me.”

There was no fear hiding beneath the words.

Dorian stopped in front of her.

Naomi reached for the hem of his T-shirt and slid her hands underneath. Her palms met warm skin. She let them travel slowly upward over his stomach and chest, feeling the solid heat of him beneath her fingers.

He lifted his arms and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it.

Naomi spread her fingers over his chest.

The bruising had faded considerably.

His ribs were healing.

There were still faint reminders of what had happened, but he was here, standing in front of her.

”You’re magnificent,” she whispered, hoping he understood she wasn’t only talking about his body. Naomi lowered her head and pressed a kiss over the skin near his ribs.

Then another to the left. Another closer to the middle of his chest.

Her mouth moved gently over every place she could reach with small, soft kisses. Her hands stayed on him, needing the reassurance of feeling him there. She kissed him again and again.

His hands slid around her back and found the clasp of her bra.

It came loose under the expertise of his finger which then caught the straps and slowly drew them down her arms.

The contrast between the hunger in his eyes and the patience in his hands sent a shiver through her.

Naomi reached for the back of his neck and pulled him down toward her.

The moment their mouths met, there was no need to find a rhythm.

Their lips immediately fell in sync.

Dorian leaned into her as Naomi arched backward, trusting the hand at her spine to keep her steady. His palm supported her easily while his other hand slid around her breast, squeezing gently. He kept kissing her as he backed them toward the bed.

Naomi had absolutely no intention of making this easy for him. She clung to him with everything she had, arms wound around his neck, body pressed so tightly against his that he finally had to lift her.

Dorian carried her the last few steps before lowering her carefully onto the mattress.

Naomi barely gave him time to straighten. ”I want you,” she breathed. ”I want you now.”

Dorian leaned over her. ”We’re taking this slow. I’d like to remember this moment too.”

Her legs tangled around him as she pushed herself against him, searching shamelessly for friction. She moved against him again and again.

Dorian lowered his head and kissed her neck.

Naomi tilted her head to give him more access.

His mouth moved slowly over her skin, kissing, sucking, teasing until he reached her ear. He caught her earlobe between his lips. His mouth moved lower to her chest then her breasts. Dorian closed his eyes and followed instinct. His tongue touched one nipple first, circling slowly before he drew it into his mouth.

Naomi’s back arched off the bed.

His fingers found the other breast, teasing the nipple between them.

”Dorian...”

He hummed against her skin.

Naomi kept rubbing against him. She couldn’t help it. Her core felt like it was on fire, and every slow movement of his mouth only made it worse.

He wanted slow.

She wanted him.

Didn’t he know what he did to her? Didn’t he understand that this was torture?

”I’m wet for you, Dorian...” Her voice broke into a moan as she ground herself against his thigh.

His tongue dragged over her nipple again.

Naomi whimpered just as he switched sides.

His mouth closed over her other breast while his hand moved between them, touching everywhere except where she desperately wanted him.

Naomi’s fingers slid into his hair. ”My pussy is just for you...” She was beyond pretending she could take his slow pace. Her breathing came faster. ”I need you, baby, please.”

And so the commentary began. Only this time, Naomi didn’t hold anything back. Not even the feelings that had once terrified her far.

She let herself go completely. ”Oh, you make me feel so amazing.” She reached for him, her fingers sliding over his shoulders and arms. ”I want you so bad... I love your body.” Her voice softened even as her breathing grew heavier. ”I love you.” She loved that there was no invisible line between sex and emotion anymore, no stupid rule telling them they could have one without the other.

Dorian reached for her underwear and dragged it slowly down her legs.

The fabric was completely soaked.

He looked at her with that ridiculously satisfied look he always got whenever Naomi’s body or mouth confirmed exactly how badly she wanted him.

Dorian rid himself of the rest of his clothes before settling between her legs.

Naomi watched him as he spread them wider, her body already aching for him.

Then he slid inside her.

Dorian’s eyes stayed fixed on her face. He loved watching her, watching every word she tried to force out while he was inside her.

And Naomi kept talking.

Her hands reached for him, sliding over his shoulders while she told him how good he felt, how much she wanted him, how much she loved what he did to her.

Dorian pulled almost completely out.

Then drove back inside.

Naomi’s words caught sharply in her throat. Her nails dug into his arm.

But she didn’t stop.

Neither did he.

He would pull out almost to the tip before sliding back inside her, each thrust making whatever sentence Naomi had been attempting fall apart somewhere between her brain and her mouth.

She still tried.

Silence remained beyond her capabilities even during sex.

And he seemed determined to make speaking as difficult as possible.

They both knew what he was doing. Building them both up and dragging it out. Making sure that when they finally broke, it would be devastating.

Every movement sent another wave of pleasure through her, and with the angle of his body, his cock stroked against her clit again and again.

”Dorian...”