“Yeah, he’s an arsehole,” he nods, too. I can’t even take offense at his honest assessment.
“But my father will love you, my entire family will.” Cormac gives me a wicked grin. “Especially my mother, because now she can stop dredging up eligible women to throw at me.”
“You mean the constant sexual harassment doesn’t just happen at the Academy? That’s like a full-time thing for you?”
He looks irritated, more than self-satisfied, which makes me love him more. “It’s annoying as fuck.”
My laughter just makes him more irate, so I try to tone it down a bit.
“Back to my point, little fox. You can pretend it’s because I created an alliance with your arsehole father and marry me out of duty and honor. Or, you can admit the truth, that you love me and would burn the world down to be with me.”
“I…”
Why the hell can’t I complete a full sentence?
“You were the only thing I ever let myself have,” I confess, “I knew I would have to give you up, but I wanted something beautiful to remember, someone good. I don’t let myself have things because my father always made sure to take them away. And then Michael was taken away, too.”
“Lass…” He kisses me gently on my forehead, that sore spot on my right temple, and then my lips. “I want to give you everything your arsehole father ever took from you. I can’t give you Michael back, I’m sorry. But in his honor, I will love and care for you. That’s what he would have wanted, knowing you were safe and happy.”
“Is this real?” I ask, still trying to wrap my mind around the concept that I could have the man I love.
“Real as this ring.” Cormac pulls a small velvet box out of his jacket pocket and opens it. It’s a beautiful square diamond, a topaz yellow in an old-fashioned, simple setting. “This was mySeanmhair,my grandmother’s. MySeanairgave it to me before he died.” He brushes his hair back, looking the tiniest bit uncertain. “We can re-set the diamond in another setting if you’d rather.”
Laughing, I hold my left hand out. “It’s perfect. You are perfect. And I don’t deserve you.”
“This is true,” he agrees, gently slipping the ring on my finger, then settling me on his lap. “I am going to kiss you, my bride, and then I’m going to fuck you in the bedroom in the back of my jet.”
I push away from him. “This is your jet? You lived in a stone cottage on the edge of campus that barely had running water and depended on a fireplace for heat and this is your jet?”
Cormac grabs my ponytail, wrapping it around his hand, yanking my head back to look up at him. “I told you, little fox…” He’s in full Scottish Laird mode now. “I like my privacy.” Kissing me and biting my lower lip, he murmurs, “Andyoumight enjoy a little privacy while you’re screaming my name over and over.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
In which Cormac is so spectacular in every way.
Cormac…
She’s fuckin’ killing me.
That sweet little noise Mala made when I kissed her, half relief and half a sob and Christ, I can’t love her more.
Hoisting her up in my arms, I stride through the conference room and kick open the door to the jet’s bedroom. “This little dress is very pretty, but I’m going to tear it off you.”
“At this point I would willingly light my clothes on fire if it would expedite the activity,” she laughs.
The fabric tears easily, right down the middle and I take it off as I kneel to pull off her boots. Her blade is in a sheath in her left boot and I smile up at her approvingly. “That’s my girl.” Kneeling, her lovely breasts are perfectly positioned and I bury my face between them with a groan. The sweet scent of honey and tangerines fills my senses and I’m struck with an overwhelming sense of pride that Mala is mine. She belongs tome, and though she refused to ever believe it was possible, I belong to her.
Her slim fingers are in my hair, running through the strands as I yank her bra down to hold her breasts, squeezing gently, pulling her nipples sharply and when I bite down on one, her nails dig into my scalp and it makes me even harder.
“On the bed.” Her quick movement makes me grin, and I take my time pulling off my suit jacket and tie as I watch her make herself comfortable on the pillows. My hands move a lot faster when my girl draws her knees up and spreads them with a wicked little smile.
I’m crawling up to her while kicking my pants and shoes off. It might not be graceful but nothing matters more than putting my face on that glistening pink pussy. Mine.
“Mine,” I growl, licking her greedily, no finesse and all need and want. She tastes like sunlight, like my kryptonite. Burying two fingers inside her, I stretch her, stroking along her silky walls and drawing out more slick to play with her pebbled nipples and her hard little clit.
“Let me taste you too,” she gasps out, and I realize I’ve been rubbing my cock against her leg. I’m hard enough that it’s a miracle the skin hasn’t split off my dick yet.
“Not this time, little fox.” I move up her body, kissing her smooth skin, her breasts, and her throat. “You’re going to let me do anything I want to your sweet, perfect body, aren’t you? I’ll tease you, taste and fuck you. I’ll spank you and bite you and I’ll love seeing my marks on you. I’ll bind you, gag you with my tie so the crew can’t hear you scream and I’ll make you come, little fox. Over and over, and I’ll make you glad you let yourself say yes.”
