Chapter 20 #2
“Can’t get carried away. Need to control myself.” She pushes my hands down her hips to the hem of her short skirt. “Oh, Daniel.”
I grin. “Whatever you want.”
“I want you. But first. . .” She tosses her head back and laughs. “Whew, I’m high off that adrenaline. Okay, what were you drinking the night before the wedding?”
“Scotch.”
She peels a few bills from her purse. “How about a nightcap, Mr. Burke?”
Right. I should have expected that. Another chance to legally use her ID. “In a minute.”
“Daniel!”
I rock my erection against her core. “I. Need. A. Minute.”
“Oh.” Her eyes sparkle at me. “I guess I deserve that.”
“Come here, you vixen.” I kiss her mouth, soft and sweet, and it doesn’t help my painfully hard cock problem, but it does something magical for my soul.
It’s well past midnight when we return to the suite. Rosie’s birthday is technically over, and she’s glowing.
“Thank you for today,” she says, swaying in front of me. “I can’t imagine anything that would make it better.”
I slowly turn her around and point to the kitchenette part of the suite. “Not even a birthday cake?”
She gasps. “Oh, Daniel!”
The cake is decorated like a video game background. I took a photo of her T-shirt and asked the concierge to arrange for a special delivery tonight.
It was a gamble. On a day where she’s so focused on celebrating being all the way grown-up, would she want something so playful? But the look on her face says I made the right gamble.
I light the sparklers on top and take a video as I sing her, “Happy birthday.” She swipes a bit of icing on her finger and feeds it to me when I put the phone down.
“Delicious,” I murmur. I catch her wrist and lick her finger clean, then bite her fingertips one at a time until she’s giggling for me.
That sound is better than the fountain of youth.
I cut us a big piece of cake to share, and we curl up on the couch together. She gets the first bite and the last. In between, we again return to the conversation about what life will be like when we go home.
“No matter what, we’ll be together,” she promises.
I’m going to hold her to that. “I’ll be patient as you finish school. And I know your parents may have some objections. That would only be fair, given the things I admitted to at the wedding dinner last night.”
She grins at me.
“But I won’t water down how I feel about you.” I pull her final birthday present from my pocket. “I’ve been carrying this around all day.”
It’s a gold chain, a diamond solitaire dangling from it.
“One day soon, Rosie Johnson, I want to get down on one knee and ask you to be my wife. I would do it this weekend if there was a way for you to wear my ring home and not bring on a massive storm. I don’t mind Mel yelling at me, but I want you to have a softer landing with your family.”
“Oh, Daniel.” Her eyes are as wide as can be. “That’s. . .”
I wait for her to say it’s too much.
She surprises me. She presses her lips together, then smiles and sighs. “That’s beautiful. And perfect.”
“Good.” I kiss her roughly. She tangles her tongue against mine, giving as good as she gets.
God, this woman.
Breaking away, I lay the delicate chain around her neck. “I do want the world to know that I want to marry you. I won’t be patient forever.”
“I know.” She presses her fingers to the diamond. “Soon.”
I crush her to me. “God, that feels good to get off my chest. I want you to be my good luck charm and travel partner for the rest of my life. I want to cook dinner with you and sleep in with you and steal away from the rest of the world for secret moments of pure filth with you.”
She laughs lightly, her eyes dancing. “Filth?”
“The most depraved sort.”
“Show me.”
I pick her up in my arms and stalk to the window. One hand hooks under her hips, the other going tight to the back of her neck. I squeeze, my fingers pressing into her flesh, and I make her gasp.
“Like this, little one.” I press her against the glass and thrust my hips between her thighs. “Feel that? Feel how hard you make me with your sweet little promise?”
“Mmm,” she moans. “Because I love you?”
“Yes.” I growl and snap my teeth as she wriggles in my arms. She’s not getting away. Not now, not ever. “Tell me more.”
“I like you a lot, too,” she whispers. “You’re fun to spend time with.”
I’ll show her fun. I drag my mouth down her neck to where her collarbone dips, and I lick her there, tasting the shadows on her skin.
“You’re kind—”
I hike up her skirt and palm her ass, gathering the fabric of her panties in my fist as she clings to my shoulders.
“You’re funny.”
I rip away her panties.
She gasps and tightens her legs around my hips. I let her be a strong little monkey for a moment while I free my cock from my dress pants, then I find her slick entrance and thrust again, this time with nothing between us.
“You’re so good to me.” Her voice hitches. “Doting, even.”
I silence her sweet words with my mouth, savage against her lips. But I can still feel her pure goodness, her delight in everything I do, as she kisses me back. Her tongue strokes against mine, eager and nimble. Her fingers sink into my hair.
And when I bottom out in her pussy, her whole body shakes with pure, sweet pleasure.
There are too many clothes between us. I need to feel her body against mine.
I rock my hips, driving my cock against her favorite secret spots, then ease her off me. I cut off her protest with another kiss.
“I need you naked,” I whisper as I unzip her dress.
She spins for me, letting me plaster her soft tits against the window. My suit falls on the floor, too, and then I’m lifting her up and finding my way unerringly back inside her, this time from behind.
The press of her luscious ass against my hips and the wet contact my balls make with her clit as I fuck her against the window is amazing.
The way she cries out for me is even better.
But the best part of it is how she comes for me, a shuddering, full-body climax that milks my seed deep into her body. I drop my face to her neck and hunch over her, picturing it painting the walls of her womb.
Mine.
Forever.