Denmark's Final Arranged Marriage

Chapter Thirteen - Public Appearances

I skimmed through my now all familiar closet as I tried to find something casual and comfortable to wear for a lazy Sunday inside the palace; if anyone told me two months ago that I would be using the word 'Palace' so casually I would have probably rolled my eyes and walked away.

I smiled as I picked out a teal knit Vila Kaktus short top and placed it down over the lounge chair beside the Jane Norman skinny trousers I picked out earlier. I was happy with my choice as I leaned forward picking up the flats I had chosen to go with the outfit and with everything in hand I made my way out of the closet.

I smiled to myself as the image of a barely half dressed Carson crossed my path; I still didn't understand why he insisted on keeping some of his things in my room when his was clearly just steps away but I guess it was all kind of like the 'Honeymoon phase' when you just can't get enough of each other only there were a few tweaks in our version of said phase.

One was that Carson and I had done nothing more than snuggle and cuddle and well with the exception of very heated make-out sessions we were basically living in celibacy.

Second we weren't even married nor would we be for a while, or at least I hoped so.

I rose a single brow as he swiftly pulled his jeans up to the proper waistline and zipped them up, his gray-blue button up shirt still undone. For some unknown reason to me I enjoyed watching him get dressed, maybe not as much as I would enjoy watching him get undressed but that would be saved for later.

"You know if you weren't my fiance the way you're gawking at me would seem rather stalkerish" he teased as he looked up from his jeans to me and smiled, his damp messy hair falling over his eyes in an all too perfect way.

I simply rolled my eyes at him as I placed my clothes over the hope-chest and turned away from him to undo my robe though before I could successfully slip it off of me I felt the now very familiar grip of my fiance's arms around me all while his palms tend to press firmly against my stomach.

"Carson" I groaned in a low voice wanting to complain about his off timing on one hand and wanting only further this even deeper.

"Hmm?" He groaned right back as he placed his tender lips against the heated skin behind my ear.

"You know I need to get dressed" I muttered, my words practically a slur as I ever so willingly arched my neck back against him as his lips made their way down from my earlobe to my ever so sensitive neckline.

Carson tighten his grip around me as he pressed me even closer to him, his bare chest pressed firmly against my back as his hands made their way up from my stomach to my shoulders as he ever so slowly began to pull back the robe that was keeping me in slightly decent attire.

I felt Carson inhale a sharp breath as the robe that was once covering me fell to the ground beneath us.

My body now being covered by nothing more than my not-at-all concealing undergarments from the 'Dirty Pretty Things' collection from Vivian Balconetta.

"Carson" I breathed out just about ready to give up completely and give in like the weak woman that I am but to my surprise Carson pulled his lips from my now overly heated skin and swiftly turned me around to face him.

I blinked unsure of what he had in mind, while very sure of what I was ready to let happen.

"Have I ever told you just how beautiful you are?" he questioned, his eyes warm and welcoming as he reached down to peck my lips softly.

I smiled tenderly against his lips, nibbling slightly on his lower one before parting, "I might have heard you claim so once or twice, I'm not entirely sure though" I teased before giving him another peck on his lips as well as his nose.