“Don’t fuck with me, sweetheart.”
I wiggled my hips and ground down on him.
“I’m being serious. But I do want to make love to you.”
Bronson groaned at my movements or my words, I’m not sure which. Maybe it was a combination of both.
“We’ll get to that portion of the evening.” He brushed his large palm across my cheek and into my hair while his other gripped my butt. “Week tops. Then I’m going to have you saying, ‘I do.’”
This was a bit crazy. Or maybe a whole lot of crazy, but I didn’t care.
“Yes, sir.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “I’m going to have you screaming that out in bed.”
“Can we go in now?” I pleaded. “I am ready to celebrate.”
After opening his door, he placed both hands under my ass and slid out with me in his arms.
I clung to him like a monkey and giggled like a schoolgirl.
With great purpose, he strode to the front door and set me down. His mouth took mine in a soft kiss before he pulled back and began to disengage the lock.
My body swayed. He was a fabulous kisser. “Was that my goodnight kiss?”
“It was the kiss you deserved at the end of your first date, but by no means is it the end of the evening.”
We walked into the house and he turned to shut the door before facing me once again.
“What if I don’t go farther than that on the first date?” I teased.
But as I said it, I walked a couple of steps closer to him and popped the button on his jeans. When I unzipped him, the back on my hand brushed against his bulge and I heard him take a sharp intake of air.
I may not have known what I was doing since I’d never done anything like this before, but I wanted to make Bronson feel as good as he always made me feel.
My hands went to his waist and I pushed on the sides of his pants, taking his jeans and black boxer briefs down in one swoop as I dropped to my knees. His powerful thighs flexed in anticipation.
“Baby, you don’t have—”
An abrupt stop came to anything he was going to say when my palm gripped his velvety length. He felt so good in my hand and I knew without a doubt he was going to feel even better when my lips touched his cock.
I looked up and gave him a sexy smile.
“I want to.”
Chapter Thirty
BRONSON
The momenther hand snaked around my shaft, I thought I might die.
My hips thrust forward into her touch as I glanced down. She stroked me from root to tip, her ring flashing like a neon sign that read,soon-to-be wifeas she leaned in and took me in her mouth.
Mine.
I chanted the word over and over in my head.
If she hadn’t told me she never had given a blowjob before I wouldn’t believe it because the woman was working me into a frenzy.
