Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele novel Chapter 137

[Cordelia]

We finally come up for air when the elevator doors open again. Because we are staying in one of the master suites, the elevator opens up to a very small hallway with no other doors.

Without warning, Atlas scoops me off of my feet, holding me bridal style in his arms.

"What are you doing," I laugh, kicking my feet. "Put me down, Atlas."

"Not until we cross the threshold properly," he smirks, bending down to give me a little kiss. "We never did this right the first time and I feel like it is long overdue."

"But we aren't even married anymore," I laugh again. "Shouldn't we do this after we get married?"

"So you want to marry me again," he raises his eyebrow.

"I didn't say," I swallow hard. Did I want to marry him again?

His gray eyes smolder with heat as he watches my expressions change. "Because I want to marry you again," he kisses me lightly.

"Why?" I say between kisses, "Didn't we make each other miserable?"

'This time will be different," he promises my feet dip lower, his hand opening the hotel room door.

"How do you know," I gasp. "You still keep breaking my heart."

He pauses in his love assault to gaze into my eyes, making sure I know he means it when he says, "Because this time, I know you are the love of my life."

He carries me across the threshold using his foot to slam the door closed. I expect him to set me down but he doesn't. He walks us both straight into the master bathroom and only sets me down when we reach the double shower which he walks us both into the shower, shoes and all.

"What are you doing," I gasp as the water starts to pour on my head unexpectedly.

Blocking me in with his arms he doesn't let me go. Pressing me against the wall and eats my lips like a starving man, starting with the bottom one, which he brings into his mouth, sucking gently, and then moving to the top one which he nibbles eagerly. He pulls at the hem of my ruined dress and carefully lifts it over my belly, revealing my soft roundness, which he kisses before removing the dress the rest of the way.