Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I laid her down on my bed and shrugged off my pants while staring at her beautiful naked body. Need flared up, hotter and more urgent than before.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She cocked her head, and doubt shone in her eyes. “Hurry. I need you. Now,” she whispered.
She didn’t believe me.
I freed my cock, hard and heavy, and her mouth rounded to a beautiful O .
How could she be this innocent and beautiful, this perfect for me?
I crawled between her thighs and braced my hands on either side of her head. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I traced her cheekbone with my finger. Followed her jawline, the curve of her long neck. “Every sharp angle, every hard edge—they just enhance your beauty and make you who you are. Even if I could, I wouldn’t change a damn thing. You’re perfect for me.”
She stared at me, the look in her eyes vulnerable and open. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Then she turned her head when her shyness came through.
I smirked. My little punk was such an interesting package. Feisty and bold at times, and at other times, inexperienced and shy.
From the first moment we’d met, she’d been intriguing and mesmerizing. How could I’ve not fallen for her?
I never stood a chance.
And now I would make her mine.
In every way.
A vision of my little punk, round and heavy with my baby, appeared before my inner eye, and a sharp pang of longing shot through me.
In every single way.
“Hey, you,” I said softly and waited until she turned her face and met my gaze again.
As our eyes locked, she looked so open, so vulnerable and trusting. Then she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me closer.
The sexual tension between us became palpable, the air around us thick with unspoken promises. “It will hurt,” I warned her again.
She nodded.
“You’re mine.”
She nodded again, pulled me closer, then froze.
“Condom?” she whispered.
I cupped her head, held her, stared down at her, and shook my head.
Her eyes grew bigger. “But?—”
I growled, the sound as primal and possessive as I felt. “I told you, you’re mine.” And I fully intended to get her marked as mine and pregnant as soon as possible.
She stared at me, the realization of my words sinking in slowly. “But, but?—”
I shushed her, checked her wetness, lined up my cock, and thrust inside her with one as-gentle-as-I-could-make-it push of my hips.
She cried out.
I froze, held myself as still as I could, and stared at her.
She tightened her lips, and the signs of pain—which I’d expected—tugged at my heart.
I kissed her forehead, waited until the features of her face relaxed again. “Okay?”
She nodded.
I pushed forward again, slowly but constantly, until I was buried inside of her to the hilt.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I bit out, retreating slowly before slamming back in.
She moaned, arched her back. “Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
I set up a punishing rhythm, pounded into her as she clung to me, shuddering and moaning with each thrust.
I wasn’t under the illusion that I could make her come with penetration alone but was pleasantly surprised when she pulsated and tightened around me.
I slipped a hand between us, circled her clit, then squeezed it between my fingers in time with my thrusts. “Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel you come around my cock.”
It was as if she’d just waited for my permission—her walls clamped down on me even harder, and she came with an airy moan.
Only then did I let go of the tight grip I had on my own feelings. I thrust deep a couple of times, set up a punishing rhythm, buried myself to the hilt, and found my own release deep inside her.
Marking her.
Claiming her.
Making her mine.
Irrevocably.
She lay trembling beneath me while I struggled to catch my breath.
I gathered her close and rolled us around so she was on top while staying inside her body. “Are you okay?” I brushed her forehead with my lips and traced patterns over her back.
She was so soft and pliant in my arms, I could only enjoy the moment even though I knew as soon as she came down from the high, she would probably rip into me for not using a condom. “Are you still hurting?”
She shook her head. “I never thought it would be like this.”
Her soft whisper did something to me. As if everything inside of me shifted and re-arranged to make space for her.
I nuzzled her hair. “This is just the start. It will only get better.” And I would make sure it would. There was a whole world I wanted to show her. Explore with her. I couldn’t wait to introduce her to my list of sexual pleasures and practices to try and find out what kinks floated her boat.
She was good with my dominance despite being on the brattier side. But that would be making her submitting to me just that more fun.
She raised her head, then nuzzled my neck, her teeth grazing my pulse point. “Is that a promise?”
I nodded, then squeezed her tighter against me.
She laid her head back on my chest and remained silent for a minute. “We need to talk about the other thing.”
“What other thing?” I said, feigning innocence.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what I mean,” she said, then pulled back, put distance between us, and covered herself with the blanket.
The moment I slipped out of her, I missed being inside of her.
She was like a drug for me. As if having her plastered against my body was the only way I was sure she was safe and mine. “Let’s take care of you first,” I said, got up, and walked into the en-suite bathroom. I wet a towel, then came back.
She was shy and clutched the blanket against her chest.
“Shyness, shame, or fear have no place in our bedroom,” I said while I pulled the blanket to the side and cleaned her up.
She cocked her head and stared at me the whole time.
As soon as I was done, I stared back.
“I’m too young to be a mother.”
I grinned. “Why not let fate make that decision?”
She narrowed her eyes and scowled at me. “Is Fate one of your aliases now?”
I grinned at her quip.
“And also, are you out of your freaking mind? Until yesterday, we hated each other. And if that wasn’t enough—which it is—our lives are far too complicated to bring a child into it.”
I threw the towel on the floor and crawled over her, pressing her into the mattress. “Let me uncomplicate our lives right now. You’ll become my wife as soon as I can arrange everything. And if you need to uncomplicate it even further, I have no problem keeping you locked up in here.”
Her eyes hardened, she wove her fingers into my hair, then pulled. “Sorry to drag you out of your delulu fantasies, but that will never happen.”
I chuckled, kissed her nose, then hugged her and rolled us around. She belonged in my arms. Period. And it was high time we both accepted that fate.
My mother always told me if I ever met the right person, I would know. She’d been right. It just took me a while to accept that the right person might seem all wrong—in every aspect. But my body had known way before my mind caught up.
“Vince?”
My stomach tightened when I heard Matt’s voice reverberating through the apartment. Fuck.
I met Jemma’s gaze, who looked completely freaked out.
I kissed her nose once more, then lifted her off me, rolled out of the bed, grabbed my pants, and pulled them up. “Get dressed. We’ll be in my office, and afterward, we’ll go grab some breakfast.”
She nodded while still clutching the blanket against her chest.
I winked at her, then turned, left, and closed the door behind me.
Matt would have no qualms about entering my bedroom. And I didn’t need him to find his ex-fiancée and my future wife naked and in my bed.
Not before I talked to him and explained the situation.
That Jemma was mine.
That I was the one who would marry her.
Not him.