Chapter Nineteen
Hanna stood under the shower with her eyes closed as she let the water take away her tension.
She still needed to deal with emotions, but even if she didn’t understand everything, she wouldn’t let it affect her relationship with Blake.
He’d have to do something really awful, like have an affair, and she knew he’d never do that. He’d never jeopardize their relationship for another woman.
She also reminded herself that it was a long time in the past, and they hadn’t been together then.
Her body jerked when she heard him come into the bathroom.
“I’ve got a glass of wine for you, baby. I’ll be in the office. Call if you need me.”
“I...”
“What?”
“I need you right now.” She wanted to get the closeness they’d had before, and making love would do that.
He opened the shower door so that he could see her. “Honey, I’ll do whatever you need.”
“Then get undressed and come into the shower with me.”
Within a minute, he came back and stepped into the large shower. He pulled her into his arms, tilted her head back, and took her lips.
She was breathless when he raised his head.
“I love you so much, baby, and I’m so thankful to have you in my life.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she smiled. “I’m thankful for you, too, and I’m falling more in love with you every day.”
She shivered when his hands slid over her body. He already knew how to touch her to bring her the most pleasure, and he used everything he’d found to show her how he felt, which made any residual pain she had wash away.
“Baby, I think we need to bond in the most binding way we can, cementing our love for each other,” he said.
She looked up at him. “How?”
“I’m going to take your ass. I’ve heard doing this together takes a type of trust that far exceeds anything else we can do together.”
Her heart jolted, and her pulse pounded in her ears. He had used his fingers in her ass to bring her pleasure, but they had yet to fuck that way.
“Trust me,” he said against her forehead.
She relaxed and nodded.
He lifted her up. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”
She did what he asked. He reached for her body wash and put a large amount in his palm. Within a minute, she felt his finger slide into her tight ass, pushing past the ring of muscles. He fingered her for a long time, until she begged him to fuck her.
“I’ll take care of you. Tell me if anything hurts,” he said.
She felt the head of his cock start to invade her tight ass. From the angle, she was able to feel every ridge of his cock. He took it slowly, watching her expressions to make sure she wasn’t feeling any discomfort.
At one time, the sting from her ass being stretched almost made her recoil until she felt his hand slide under her until his fingers met her hard, achy clit.
Her body jolted, and she tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. They both groaned when he was totally embedded inside of her.
“Good girl. Now, let me make you feel good.”
He started to thrust into her ass in long, slow thrusts. Her head tossed as her body demanded he fuck her the way she needed it. Hard and fast.
“Please, Blake...”
“I know, baby,” he growled and tightened his arm that he had wrapped around her waist. He lifted her a bit more and started to piston into her.
The pleasure seemed to go on forever but still went too fast. She never thought she’d feel this depth of emotion with another human, but she felt closer to him than ever before.
When he’d finally let her come down from the orgasm he’d given her with his mouth, hands, and body, he held her gently in his arms.
She had no idea how long they stood there before Blake turned off the shower and reached for a towel.
He dried her off gently and wrapped the towel around her before grabbing one for himself and putting it around his waist. He lifted her into his arms, carried her to the bathroom counter, and set her on it before grabbing another towel and squeezing all the water out of her hair before he combed it.
He’d done this for her several times over the last few months, and it always made her feel special and loved. No one had taken care of her the way Blake did.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asked, spraying the conditioner in her hair.
“I was thinking how special you make me feel when you do this.”
He grinned. “I enjoy taking care of you.”
She smiled. “I enjoy it when you take care of me.”
“Good, because it will continue to happen for the rest of our lives.”
Her heartbeat accelerated when he said things like that, and she knew he meant every word he said.
After he dried her hair, he put her into his shirt and himself in the jeans he’d been wearing. He led her down to the kitchen and pulled the meal out of the oven
“Oh, yum. That looks good,” she said and then went to get plates and silverware.
“It is. I’ve no idea what’s in it, but it’s always been one of my favorites.”
They sat and filled their plates.
Hanna tried to keep the conversation going. She knew the issue hadn’t had near enough time to heal, but she wanted every minute with him to be the best it could be.
After she finished eating, she reached for his hand. “I love you.”
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He turned his hand over and gripped hers. “The way I feel about you can’t be put into words. It goes beyond love, and I want you to know I’ll do everything in my power to keep us together.”
His heart lurched in his chest when she stood before him, sat down on his lap, and put her arms around his neck.
She smiled at him. “I feel the same way. Now, take me to bed so I can show you exactly how much.”
“I’d love to show you, too.”
He picked her up in his arms and walked up the stairs. In the bedroom, he slipped off her shirt and his jeans before laying them down on the mattress facing each other.
Blake took a long time building their desire and need for each other until she was begging. Several times, he’d had to stop her caresses because he was too close already. He had fucked her not an hour ago, and his body was frantic with the need to be inside of her again.
After he knew he’d made her feverish with desire, he gave in to what they both wanted and needed.
Each other.
The next few days, they spent mostly in bed. He pampered her by rubbing her feet, reading to her, and bringing her food. He tried to show her how much he loved her in every way possible.
On the last night of solitude, they lay in bed wrapped around each other when he pulled the small velvet box from under his pillow and opened it.
He smiled at the shock, followed quickly by jubilation, on her face. He rolled them to the side, facing each other, before pulling the ring out of the box and onto her finger.
“Hanna, you are my everything, and I can’t imagine my life without you. I want us to be together for the rest of our days, have several children, grow old watching them, and then our grandchildren, grow. Will you marry me?”
She sniffed and wiped the tear on her cheek before nodding. “I will definitely marry you.”
He shouted and rolled over her, pinning her to the mattress. He spread kisses all over her face and neck, making her giggle and squirm.
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I didn’t know feeling this deeply for someone else was possible. I love you.”
He grinned when she gazed in awe at the two-carat ring with several stones on each side.
“It’s beautiful, Blake.”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
She pulled him down for another kiss, and it was much later that they pulled away to calm their hearts and breathing.
He had her in his arms, and she was sleeping soundly. He wasn’t surprised at the emotion that filled him, and a single tear rolled down his face.
He pressed his face into her hair and silently thanked God for bringing her back to him.