SHE LUNGED AT ME.
Her lips landed on mine, and I fucking kissed her back. Picking her up by the backs of her thighs, she wrapped her legs around my waist in sweet fucking torture, and I trapped her against the glass. I plunged into her mouth like I wanted to plunge into her tight heat.
Two fucks and I’d become an addict. That’s all I could think about for ten fucking days. Taking her, marking her, making her stomach swell with my kid, giving her my last name—I wanted to make her mine every damn way a man could mark a woman.
But I wasn’t going to do it against the glass wall of my penthouse. We were twenty-five stories up, but with the lights on and the night still pitch, we were in a fucking fishbowl. The last thing I wanted to do to her was have her wake up to photos of her naked on the internet.
Kissing her, gripping her ass, I carried her into the bedroom.
I didn’t want to put her down, but I had a plan. I set her on her feet.
Unzipping her sweatshirt, she got one leg on the bed.
“Stand up,” I commanded.
Her hands froze, and she looked up at me with alarm.
I softened my tone. “Stand up, Elyssia.”
Hesitant, her lips wet from my kiss, her sweatshirt hanging open, she lowered her foot back to the floor.
My heart fucking pounding, I reached into my pocket and dropped to one knee.
She gasped.
“Elyssia Lauren Maher, I love you. I’ve always loved you. I want to spend every day of our lives knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.” I opened the velvet box. “Will you marry me?”
“Ben,” she whispered, as her eyes welled, but then she didn’t say anything.
My heart fucking stopped. “Marry me, baby.”
Her tears spilled over. “Yes.”
My lungs filled with air, and I rushed her. Holding the damn box, I kissed her before I put the ring on. Stroking through her heat, tasting her tears, tasting the woman I wanted to have my kids, I kissed her with every damn ounce of my soul.
Pulling back, I took her hand. “I love you.” My voice hoarse, I slid the ring on her finger.
Her gorgeous amber-brown eyes wet, she looked up at me with the same look she’d given me the first time we’d met, like there was no one else in her fucking world. It’d thrown me then, and it threw me now. I loved it. I needed it. I fucking cherished it.
I cupped her face. “No one looks at me like you do.”
“I love you.”
Fuuuck.
“Again,” I demanded.
Softer, sweeter, she said it again. “I love you.”
My eyes closed, and every damn part of my life came together. I wasn’t an orphan. I wasn’t a bullied foster kid lost in the system. I wasn’t a drummer in a band. I wasn’t a man without a home. I was hers.
I opened my eyes and swallowed. “You’re mine.”
She reached up and stroked my cheek. “I always was.”
My mouth crashed over hers, and I pulled her sweatshirt off. Kissing under her ear, the space between her shoulder and neck, my lips traveled between her breasts and over her nipple through her sports top. I slid my fingers into the waistband of her pants as she pulled her top off.
She smelled like desire and her lotion and her. My dick fucking throbbing, I peeled her pants over her hips and down her legs, then worked my way back up. She shivered when I trailed kisses up her thigh and brushed my lips against her sweet heat.
Dragging a finger through her desire, I stood. “Turn around,” I ordered, wanting to see her back.
Slow, her head down, she turned.
Smooth ivory skin covered her back and thighs, with only the faintest of marks still by her ribs.
I dragged my palm down the middle of her back. “Does it still hurt?”
Her arms at her sides, she shook her head.
“I never want to see you hurt again.” I tasted the smooth skin on her shoulder. “I’m going to tell Marcus about us.” I kissed the back of her neck. “Alone.”
“Ben—”
“I’m not negotiating with you on this.” I’d thought through every reaction he could possibly throw at her, and I wasn’t going to let it happen.
She turned in my arms. “We should wait to tell him, until he’s better.”
I wasn’t waiting. “That’s not going to happen.” I kissed her once to soften the blow. “We’re not putting our lives on hold for anything ever again.” I wove my fingers through hers and squeezed her hand before releasing. “You and me, our life together, it starts now.” Gripping her hip, I held her gaze and circled her clit with my thumb as I slid a finger inside her. “I don’t want to wait for anything, including kids. Understand?”
Her small hands flew to my biceps as her breath hitched. Her head fell back, and a sexy fucking moan escaped from her gorgeous lips, but she didn’t answer me.
My mouth against her throat, I smiled. “Answer the question, beautiful.”
“What?” Her hips ground into my hand.
I spelled it out. “You want kids?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes.”
Fuck yeah. “You miss me?”
Her fingers dug into me. “So much.”
“I’m going to make you come so hard.” I stroked her G-spot.
Her whole body trembled. “Oh my God.”
Rubbing her clit, stroking her, I trailed my mouth down to her nipples. “This body is mine, baby. All mine.” No other man was ever going to touch her. I bit her nipple, then sucked through the sting.
“Oh my God.”
“Say it.” I moved to the other nipple.
“Ahhh!”
Her pussy started to contract around my finger. “Tell me you’re mine,” I demanded, shoving a second finger inside her.
“Yours!” she panted. “I’m all yours.”
“Come,” I demanded.
Her legs shaking, her pussy contracting, her nipples hard as fuck, she exploded around me. Moaning, grinding her hips, she dug her fingers into my arms and fucking let go.
My dick straining against my jeans, I almost came.
Stroking through her aftershocks, I whipped my shirt off one-handed and gently pushed her back to the bed. Kissing her stomach, the top of her cunt, I replaced my thumb with my tongue and licked as I undid my pants.
Shaking her head, she gripped two handfuls of my hair. “No more, I can’t.”
I vowed then and there to never fucking cut my hair. “You can and you will.” I kicked my jeans off as I sucked her clit.
“Oh my God, Ben.”
Jesus, she tasted like heaven. “Right here, baby.” I crawled up her body, leaving a trail of kisses over every beautiful inch of her.
Still gripping my hair, she pulled me up. “I want you inside me.”
Fisting myself, I rubbed the head of my cock through her desire. “I’m coming inside you,” I warned.
Staring at me, with love, with lust, she spread her legs wider.
I shoved into her.
Both of us gasped, and I stilled. “You okay?”
“You’re so big,” she whispered.
Brushing her hair from her face, fighting not to come on the spot, I stroked her cheek. “You’ll get used to me.”
A shy smile spread across her face. “I have my whole life to.”
My dick pulsed. “Yeah, baby, you do.” Jesus, I loved her. “You okay?”
Her hands ran down my back and landed on my ass. “I’m good.”
She was more than good. I pulled out a couple inches then gently rocked into her.
“Harder,” she whispered.
“Elyssia,” I warned.
As if she knew I was holding back, as if she knew I’d always been gentle with her, but that it wasn’t how I usually was, she dug her fingers into my ass and thrust her hips up. “Show me,” she demanded. “Play me like you play your drums.”
Jesus fucking Christ. “We’ll work up to that.” The memory of her injuries still fresh, I couldn’t pound her like I pounded my kit.
“Please,” she begged, rocking into my every thrust. “Don’t hold back.”
No hesitation, I gripped a handful of her hair in pure dominance, and drove into her. Hard.
Her head fell back, and she let out a sound of shock. “Oh… my God.” Her throat moved on a swallow. “Again.”
Adrenaline surged, and I flipped her over. “On your knees,” I barked, my voice guttural and harsh.
Going on all fours, she raised her sweet ass in the air and looked over her shoulder at me.
“Oh, baby.” I twisted my hand into her hair, letting all my dominance come out. “You look at me like that and you’re going to wish you hadn’t asked for this.”
“No, I’m not.” Confident, but oh so innocent, she swayed her hips against mine.
“Perfect,” I breathed, running a hand over her ass. “So fucking perfect.”
She sucked in a breath of surprise at my cuss.
Slow, sure, I drove into her as I dragged my lips and my teeth up her spine. “What surprises you more, my language or my dominance?” I bit the soft flesh where her neck met her back.
She moaned. “Your language.”
“You said yes,” I reminded her.
She glanced at the rock on her finger and shivered. “I did.”
I pulled back then shoved in deep and fast. “Do you know what that means?” Hitting her cervix, I bottomed out.
She squeaked and crawled forward on the bed.
I held her hips firm. “Deep breath, baby, deep breath.” I stroked her clit, but I stayed buried deep. “Now tell me if I’m actually hurting you, or if it’s just the fullness you’re not used to.”
“Fullness,” she whispered. “It’s different, this angle. You’re….” Her chest rose and fell once.
I lost patience. “I’m what?”
“Surprising me,” she blurted.
I thrummed my fingers over her clit, drumming a rhythm only I could hear as I stroked against her G-spot. “Good or bad surprise?”
Her sweet cunt soaked my dick. “Oh my God.”
“Answer the question, Elyssia.” Hitting her clit and G-spot in rhythm, I pinched her nipple.
“Good!” A sound of pleasure crawled out of her throat as she slammed her hips back into me. “So good.”
Fuck yes. “You’re so damn perfect.” I gripped her chin and turned her head. Plunging my tongue into her mouth as I shoved my cock deep, I kissed her.
Then I fucked her.
Hard, slow, deep, rough, I fucked her, I dominated her, and I made love to her, just like I’d always wanted to.
She took every inch I gave her and begged for more.
Her sweet cunt dripped desire down my dick as she started chanting my name. Then her back arched and her orgasm exploded around me. Constricting the hell out of my cock, her whole body convulsed.
I fucking lost it.
Shoving my cock deep, roaring out her name, I pumped her full of my seed.