Dane had been so patient with me. And though it’d taken all I had to resist him this long, I couldn’t hold back any longer. We’d both made mistakes, and though things might not be perfect, it didn’t change the way I felt about him—nor did it change how he felt about me. And maybe the fact that we’d managed to forgive each other, despite everything, and we still found a way back to each other’s arms, meant we should be together.
And if we were meant to be together, then that meant there was no reason for him not to ravage me—like, right now. “We’re both wearing far too many clothes, Dane. You need to remedy that.”
“Don’t you worry, sweetheart.” He grabbed my ass, hauling me against him as he stood us up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed me and carried me off to his bedroom.
He was one hell of a good kisser, and two months of nothing but his teasing kisses had been enough to make me crazy and leave me desperately wanting him. And though I’d been cautious about jumping back into a relationship, working together these last few months had reminded me of just how good we were when we didn’t let things get in our way.
Did it mean we were perfect? No. Far from it. But we’d both made mistakes, and most importantly, we’d learned from them and now knew better. Dane had my back, just like I had his. And with a baby on the way, we had no option but to trust each other. And I did.
Dane lowered me to his bed, still kissing me, his muscular body nestled between my legs as he thrust against me, his cock pressing against my swollen clit and making me curse the clothes we were still wearing.
“Clothes, damn it... Get them off, Dane.” I was done with being patient. I needed to feel that connection to him, to finish healing the hurt we’d managed to inflict on each other.
And I needed him to fuck me.
He laughed at my demand, looking too damn sexy, which certainly wasn’t helping matters. “I love it when you get bossy about me fucking you.”
He sucked on my nipple for a quick moment, teasing me and making me crazy, my back arching in response as I offered myself up to him. Kneeling before me, he yanked his t-shirt up over his head and quickly rid himself of his jeans, his huge, thick cock springing free, already hard.
I was such a goner, especially when he was so fucking gorgeous, his beard now thicker than the usual stubble he wore. And then there were his washboard abs, muscular arms, his cut thighs... I all but licked my lips, looking at him as I started to shimmy out of my jeans. He grabbed my pant legs and with a quick yank, had them off and tossed aside, my panties the next to go.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Avery.” He bit his bottom lip, looking at me with a feral gaze, like he was about to lose all control and unleash the need he’d been keeping in check for the months we’d been apart. “You’re mine. I’m never letting you go.”
It’d been a hard-learned lesson for the both of us.
“Then you better get over here and fuck me, because I’m growing impatient.” I laughed when he stalked toward me, grabbing my ankle and pulling me to him, making me squeal when he bit the sensitive spot on the inside of my knee. “Stop. I’m ticklish.”
“I know.” His smile was evil as he knelt before me and showed me little mercy, raking his teeth against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his grip tightening as I tried to squirm away. “Where do you think you’re going, babe? ’Cause I haven’t fucked you yet, and you were being awfully insistent just a minute ago.”
Pushing my legs open with his knees, he lowered himself over my body—pausing along the way to kiss my belly that had yet to swell with the child within—and thrust into me bare, his huge cock stretching me tight as he buried himself fully. My breath caught, a sliver of my need satiated as he filled me, leaving me desperate for more, my teeth sinking into his neck, hoping to spur him on. “Don’t you dare hold back, Dane.”
Yet he did, even if it was for just a moment, his smile replaced with worry. “The baby will be okay, right?”
“You’re so damn sweet to worry.” I kissed him, my heart swelling with the love I had for him. “The baby will be perfectly fine.”
“Good. ’Cause I’m not sure I can hold back.” And he didn’t. He pounded each thrust into me like a man crazed, claiming not just my body but my heart once more. “I fucking love you, Avery. And I know I keep telling you...but it’s because you mean everything to me. I don’t want you to ever doubt it again.”
I pressed my lips to his, my heart hammering away—not just with my feelings for him, but because I couldn’t quite believe what I was going to say. “Ask me again, Dane.”
He pulled away to look at me, his brow furrowed in question, though he didn’t stop claiming me as his, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to that delicious edge. “What exactly am I asking you again, love?”
I shook my head at him, laughing. “Marry me, Dane.”
“Hmm... I may need some time to think about it.” He gave me an evil smile when I swatted at his chest. But before I knew it, he rolled us so I found myself straddling him, his cock buried deep inside me and his lips on mine for a quick kiss before he pulled away just enough to look at me with a smile. “After much consideration, my answer is yes—I’ll marry you, Avery.”
Holy shit... I was getting married.