Two #2
I nodded, waiting and completely still, except for the grinding tension in the muscles of my jaw.
She closed her eyes, and I traced the contours of her face with the tips of my fingers, my eyes centimeters from her face.
The fullness of her with such little distance between us was overwhelming when placed alongside everything else that was happening around us.
The fingers of my other hand stayed steady over hers, radiating heat, and before she opened her eyes, I changed positions, with one knee on the floor.
“Marry me, Jordan.”
The words forced the breath from my lungs even though I’d been preparing to say them, and a vibrating tension filled the air around us, soaking into the base of my spine and zipping toward my head. It tingled where my thumb rubbed across her knuckles and as her glassy eyes held me trapped.
She nodded, and I inhaled, sucking in the sweet oxygen that existed in a world where she accepted.
My fingers trailed across her own as I slipped the ring onto her hand, but she wasn’t looking at the motion. She was looking at me. I held her hand in mine, the weight of the platinum band like a warm blanket, enveloping us in its embrace and loosening the knot of worry in my chest.
When she tore her eyes from mine, breathing finally with a full-wattage smile that made every facet of her face glow, I knew for certain this was how it was supposed to be.
“Avery?” she asked, her voice suddenly filled with anxiousness. “Why didn’t you tell me I was in love with you?”
Nervous energy pulsed through my body as I stood and tugged her closer, pressing a kiss to both sides of her lips before claiming them.
She wrapped both arms around my neck and threw one leg over mine, sucking my bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling on the tender flesh until a groan slipped past my lips.
I moved the hand caressing her belly to her back and pulled her flush against me, letting my tongue dance with hers.
Never one to be left speechless, I searched my mind for the right words, but nothing fit even with the tens of millions at my disposal.
Instead, I kissed her fiercely, tangling my hands in her hair and tilting her head exactly where I needed it.
She whimpered in my mouth, fisting my Oxford to pull me closer as our chests smashed together, and I felt her belly press into me.
I sucked in a breath, pulling away from her and dropping back to my knees to lift her blouse, running my fingers along the baby bump as a possessive, caveman energy roared in my ears like a freight train.
Mine.
I nuzzled my nose against her belly, letting my tongue dart out to run over her skin and moaning when her sweet scent enveloped my taste buds.
Candy, summer, and all the other things missing from my life fell into place as I loved on her, imprinting myself on every millimeter of skin I could touch.
The sweetest sounds filled her office as she giggled, running her fingers through my hair and scratching my scalp.
I purred under her touch, the sounds reverberating from deep within my chest as she moved her hands to my forearms and tugged so I’d stand back up.
Then she placed both hands on my face and pulled me toward her.
My eyes went wide as my fingers clenched around her waist as she surged forward, kissing me so intently that I stumbled back into the chair she’d pushed away from her desk.
A Cheshire cat grin spread across her face as she stalked forward, hitching her skirt toward her waist and straddling me.
One hand went to her neck, swiping her dark hair away so I could latch on to her pulse point, and the other snaked back under her blouse, cupping her stomach before traveling toward her breasts.
I trailed my fingers over the lace cup, and she sucked in a strangled gasp, pushing herself into my hands.
Fuck.
“They’re so sensitive.” She moaned, dragging her lower lip between her teeth. That gorgeous pink blush had crept down her neck, making me want to chase it with my lips and teeth.
“Yeah,” I said, gently squeezing one before moving to the other. “Is this okay?”
She nodded, throwing her head back and whimpering with the contact as I struggled not to press my rapidly hardening cock to her core. “Yes. More. Please. Avery. Touch me.”
I growled—growled, like a primitive caveman of her making, wanting nothing more than to reduce us to our baser instincts of lust and claiming her so every single person knew who she belonged to.
“Like this?” I prompted, pulling her blouse over her head and cupping both breasts in my hands.
How had I not noticed how much bigger they were?
Perfectly round, like two ripe cantaloupes waiting for me to sink my teeth into.
I trailed my tongue between them, pulling the lace cups down until I exposed her pale pink nipples.
They puckered as I blew against them, and she fisted my hair, holding me to her chest as I positioned my mouth over the left one and sucked.
Her hips began steadily rocking against my cock, and I trailed one hand to her waist to guide her movements as she chased her pleasure.
“Can I make you come, Jordan? Make you squirm and soak my pants with your pretty little pussy?”
“Oh my gosh, Ave,” she whimpered, moving on my cock so perfectly I struggled to form a coherent thought and could only internally curse the infernal pants that stood in the way of feeling her sweet body pressed against mine. “Please. Let me feel you. Make me come.”
My hips took on a mind of their own, rubbing against her core in a way I knew would make me come in my pants like a damn teenager if we didn’t slow down.
Luck, perhaps, was—or was not on my side because a shrill ring filled the space over our labored breathing, and she pulled away, pressing a hand to her chest. I reached around her, nuzzling her cheek with my nose as I turned off her phone alarm, smirking at the reminder for her to take prenatal vitamins.
“Let’s get you out of here so we can continue this,” I whispered, turning off her phone screen and running my hands along her back.
“I have a lot to do,” she sighed, eyes moving toward the stack of unread manuscripts on her desk.
She puffed her cheeks and blew out a breath before leaning down to lay her head on my shoulder—a gesture far more intimate than anything we’d experienced and something I was desperate to explore in depth.
“Good thing I manage your schedule, isn’t it?
Why don’t you take a personal day, and as your dutiful assistant, I’ll carry all this home and help you review them from bed?
After I rub your feet, beg you to tell me everything you already know about our baby and give you at least three orgasms, that is. ”
“You’d do that for me?”
Her voice took on an unexpected tender vulnerability, making me grip her waist with one hand and use the other to grab a handful of hair, turning her head gently to look at me so she’d see and understand the depth of my feelings.
“I’d do anything for you.”
There was nothing romantic about her office, but my words were sincere, as was the kiss I placed on her pillow-soft lips.
This wasn’t a bed with rose petals, France, or even a swanky restaurant with linen napkins—it was just the two of us in our little bubble, the setting not making a bit of difference when nothing but the two of us existed, and there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
I wanted to spread her out and feast on her body—to show her with my teeth and tongue how much she meant to me and how lucky I was she chose to share her life with me. She deserved everything, and I’d spend as long as she let me giving her exactly that.
“Okay. Then take me home. A personal day sounds like exactly what I need.”
I helped her from my lap, retrieving her discarded blouse before adjusting my cock and smoothing the wrinkles from my shirt.
She gathered the materials needed to work from home while I shut down her computer, the two of us working in tandem like it was something we’d done for years before grasping hands and walking toward the door.
“Oh, and Avery?” she said, tugging on my wrist so I’d let go of the doorknob and face her, unable to keep the smile from my face. “I’m on the fence about taking your name. We still need to discuss that.”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her palm before turning back toward the door, ready to leave the office and get her somewhere I could properly show her why she made the right decision choosing me. “As you wish.”
The End