She rolls in my arms, peeking up at me in the darkness. “You could always buy it though, right?”
Oh. Sweet little Rina. She has no clue what’s coming for her with me. If she thought I was testing her every limit before, she’s in for a surprise.
“Why on earth would I do that when I just plan on moving into your place?”
She laughs. Actually laughs, but it fades in a matter of seconds. “You’re serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
“Yeah. But…” She blinks rapidly at me. “We just. I mean. I know we said some stuff, but it’s not like…”
She’s adorably flustered, but she has to learn to trust me. To trust us. To trust this.
“As Aria pointed out, I’m thirty-two. Don’t you think it’s time I settle down?”
More blinking. “I’m twenty-five.”
“So that means you want to wait before we try for kids then?”
“Oh my god!” she cries, attempting to roll away from me.
My hands wrap around her waist, hauling her back against me. “No running. No escaping.”
“Brecken. You’re high on this whole day. Likely overtired, right? That’s what this is?”
I grin stupidly into her, my hand trailing up until I’m cupping her breast. “Nope. Not even close. Wanna try again?”
“You saw Margot and Drew and your weird alpha male, I must own and possess everything biological clock kicked in?”
I laugh, kissing and sucking on her neck, my hand squeezing, my thumb brushing back and forth over her nipple that is hardening to a peak. “Nope. Though that certainly didn’t hurt.”
“Brecken—”
“You’re the one, Rina. The woman I’m going to live with. The woman I’m going to marry. The future mother of my children, with whom I’ll have grandchildren and hopefully great-grandchildren. Argue with me about that. I dare you.”
“I’m not daring you. You’d just do something crazy to prove me wrong.”
She knows me so well.
“You didn’t tap. Or count. No trivia either.”
“What?” She stiffens against me.
“When you walked down the hall of the hospital to where we were all sitting, I watched you. You didn’t count your steps. Your hands were loose at your sides. Your lips closed. And when we stood there, you didn’t so much as move or twitch. Not in the waiting room either.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You were scared, Rina. Panicked even. I know you were thinking about what happened to you. But even when you had your panic attack later, you didn’t tap. You didn’t count. You didn’t throw useless facts at me.”
She’s silent, thinking about everything I just said.
“You’re right,” she finally says. “I didn’t. In fact, I’m not sure when the last time I did any of that was. Maybe the day I threw the letter into the fire? I think that was it. I was on the phone with Oliver and my fingers were tapping against my thigh. But I haven’t done it since. Not even with everything that happened with Margot.”
I roll her until she’s on her back and I’m hovering over her, staring down into her eyes. Then I slip my T-shirt over her head and toss it aside.
“If you can do that, you can do anything. Think of how far you’ve come. How strong you are. How fucking brave. Being with me isn’t scary, Rina. Loving me isn’t going to hurt you. And I swear to fucking god, I will always make you feel safe.”
Her eyes glitter. “Okay.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Nice try, but I’m not marrying you. At least for a while.”
My head bobs, an impish smirk curling up my lips. “So, I should cancel the flight to Vegas for next week?”
She smacks my shoulder and I drop down onto her, pressing my hard chest against her soft one. I grind into the V of her thighs, loving her soft moan as it hits my ear. She can fight, thinking she needs more time and control over us, but the truth is, she doesn’t want to.
And both she and I know it.
“I want to live with you,” I whisper into her, my mouth nipping down her neck as my hands slide her pajama pants down. “I want to do this to you every night before we go to bed.”
I slide down her chest, sucking, licking, marking her body so she knows. She’s mine.
Spreading her legs, I lift her knees, pinning them to her chest until she’s completely open for me. I lick from her clit all the way down to her ass. Her back arches, her hands finding my hair, gripping the strands as she whimpers.
“And in the morning” —I blow cool air on her heated flesh— “when we wake up, I want to shove my morning wood straight into you without even having to move to do so.”
Two fingers slide into her, letting her know they’re a placeholder for my dick.
“Then I want to make you breakfast before we both head into work. Then after work, we’ll have dinner and read and talk and fuck and go to sleep before we do it all over again. I want a life with you, Angel. And I know you want that too. Two months, Rina. I’m giving you two months.”
I start flicking her clit. Hard. My fingers pumping a relentless rhythm.
“Yes,” she cries out. “Yes. Oh god. Like that.”
I smile into her. Yup. That’s what I thought.
Just as she gets close, her legs trembling, her breaths short and choppy, her cries louder, I pull away from her. She growls in protest, attempting to use her grip on my hair to push my face back in.
“Brecken!”
I blow on her again and she moans, low and deep, her pussy dripping. With her knees still in this position, I angle myself up on my knees and slide into her.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out, her hands fisting the bed instead of my hair. Her pussy is so tight. So warm. So wet. It clings to me, needing me to give her exactly what she’s craving.
And I do. Fucking hell, do I fuck her.
My hand wraps around her back, pressing her closer to my chest and then I take her with me as I fall to my back, spinning her around so she’s on top in a reverse cowgirl. “Tell me, Angel,” I grunt. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“You’re mine,” she says, throwing a coy smile at me over her shoulder as she continues to bounce on my dick.
“Rina,” I warn, ready to spank her ass. I might do it anyway because I know she likes it.
“If I’m yours then you’re mine.”
I press her forward and spank her, and just as I knew she would, she moans, this time louder. Her pussy clenching, forcing a grunt past my lungs. She’s crazy if she thinks this is the end of the conversation. If she thinks because I’m fucking her like this that I’m not dead ass serious about everything else.
Sweat drips along my temple, down the side of my jaw and just when I don’t think I can hold off any longer, just as the pleasure surging through my body starts to reach that peak, she comes, loud and wet and beautiful. I slam up into her a few more times, working her through it, until I explode, filling her up.
She collapses back onto me, panting hard. “We were supposed to go to bed. We said sleep.” She sighs heavily against me. “I’ve been awake for so long.”
“Do you want to take a quick shower?”