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“I believe you. But I’m on board if you want to show me.” All traces of doubt had vanished from her amber-colored eyes.
“Is that right?” I popped the button to my jeans and unzipped them. Her gaze drifted downward. “Wanna touch it? Taste it?” I asked, licking my lips in anticipation. I’d planned on worshipping her when I brought her in here. But I’d never say no to her sucking me off, which was where I believed this was headed, if the hungry look in her eyes was an indication.
Edana was on her knees before she answered, tugging my jeans and boxer briefs down until my cock sprang free. I slipped between her lips, the warmth and silkiness of her mouth one of the best feelings in the world.
“Fuck, baby,” I moaned, staring down at her, loving the way her fingers wrapped around my shaft as I disappeared inside her mouth. “This was s-supposed… to be about you.” I stuttered over my words, barely able to get them out as I succumbed to the pleasure.
She mumbled something but I couldn’t hear her, too caught up in the familiar sensation, the intensity increasing with every stroke of her tongue. Before I lost all control and came in her mouth, I gripped her hair and tugged her head back. When I fell from her lips, she looked disappointed, which in turn made the corner of my mouth kick up.
“Why did you do that?” she asked, getting off her knees to stand in front of me. “I was havin’ fun.”
“I know. Too much fun.” My smirk deepened.
“You’ve never complained before.” While her expression was relaxed, the slight twitch of her mouth indicated she worried there was another reason I’d made her stop.
If this was twenty years ago, her raging jealousy would’ve prevailed, and we’d be in a heated fight right now. I wasn’t saying she still didn’t get jealous, but not nearly as often as she had, and her temper wasn’t as hot either. Then again, neither was mine. Not where she was concerned, at least.
“Trust me. I’m not complaining.” I helped her out of her yoga pants, taking her underwear off right along with them. Next was her T-shirt, which I tossed somewhere behind me. “I’d rather come inside you than down your throat.”
Desire lit up every facet of her gorgeous face, the slight tinge of pink spreading across her skin the sexiest sight.
After taking off the rest of my clothes, I pushed her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and settling my hips in between. If I never had to move from this position, I wouldn’t.
Here was safe.
Here was home.
Here there were no complications.
No doubts.
No worries.
Moments later, I surged inside her, grinding my hips against hers, trying to get as deep as I could. The warmth of her pussy spread through me, and if I died right now, I’d leave this world the happiest man alive.
7
The days passed too quickly for my liking, mainly because I still hadn’t settled on a decision. Each hour that crept by taunted me until the morning of Christmas Eve arrived.
Rooting around in the closet, I moved several boxes to the side until I found the one I might need. The top shelf was mine, so there would be no reason for Edana to look for any of her stuff up there. But for extra caution, I hid the small black box inside another larger one, underneath a pile of old tax documents.
Popping the top, I stared at the two-carat, oval solitaire diamond set in a platinum, diamond-crusted band. I didn’t know anything about rings, but I had a reference to go on from years ago. My memory was shit sometimes, but for some reason, I recalled this tidbit of information.
There was a time, when we were much younger, before everything happened with the club, and to her, that all she talked about was getting married. She’d show me pictures of rings she wanted, and even dragged me to a few jewelers to point them out in person.
Back then I was the one who rejected the concept of marriage. I was too young. Too wild. Wanted to live in the now and didn’t want to think about the future.
How I wished to go back to my younger self and beat the hell out of him. But I couldn’t. All I could do now was hope for the best. To keep trying, no matter how uncomfortable the thought of another rejection might feel.
I’d just tucked the ring box into the inner pocket of my cut when Edana appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a bath towel, her hair still wet from her shower. A droplet of water trickled over her collarbone before traveling farther down to meet the top of the white cotton shielding her body.
I needed a distraction from my incessant thoughts, and before I realized I’d taken a single step, I crushed the small distance between us and stood in front of her. Without a single syllable uttered, I unwrapped her towel and let it drop to the floor before backing her against the wall.
“I have to get ready.” She licked her lips, her eyes traveling from mine to my mouth and back again.
“And you will. After I’m done with you.”
“What are you going to do to me?” The hitch in her voice was sexy as fuck.
