He sighs softly, brushing some of my hair away from my face. “But you weren’t ready, Seraphine. That’s okay. I need to respect your feelings and wants.”
It’s quiet for a moment, and I try to catch my breath. “I like when you push me. Make me feel things I didn’t know I could feel.”
“But there has to be a limit, sweetness. That doesn’t pertain to everything in your life. Therehasto be boundaries.”
I step closer, putting my hand on his chest. “I don’t want boundaries with you.”
“We can’t… I can’t…”
I’m shocked he can’t find words. He’s so well-spoken, charismatic and articulate all the time. And now he’s at a loss for words? I shift closer to him, putting my other hand on his chest too.
“I want you. I want us. I want all of this, and I don’t care about other people and what they think. As long as you don’t.”
“I never have,” he admits. “And maybe that’s wrong—”
“I don’t care,” I add quickly. “Let’s worry about now. About moving forward. Today and the rest of forever.”
“Forever?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yes,” I say seriously. “I love the way you make me feel. Love being with you. Elliot, I loveyou.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes going slightly wide. Should I not have said that? I thought we were havingthatconversation but maybe I was wrong?
“Christ, Seraphine,” he growls before lunging for my mouth. He kisses me deeply, hands going around me and squishing us together. I whimper when he pulls away and tug him back down, needing more of him. I don’t want him to ever let go.
He backs me up until I’m against the wall. Then he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. He grinds his erection against me, hands grabbing my ass.
“I love you,” he says against my lips. “I fucking love you too, sweetness.”
He manages to shove his boxer briefs down and pull my panties aside, all while not dropping me. He slides inside me with ease. I’m already soaked and wanting him. A deep groan escapes him as he bottoms out, his mouth going to my neck, licking and kissing me.
“Show me,” I say. He pulls away, meeting my gaze. I run my fingers down his cheek. “Show me,” I repeat.
And then he does. He fucks me hard but slow, kissing every inch of me that he can reach, his hands caressing every inch he can touch. He whispers how beautiful I am, that he loves me,that he’ll spend the rest of his life showing me and he doesn’t care what anyone has to say about it.
When we come, we come together, our foreheads pressed together, sharing breath.
And it’s only when we’re done I realize we didn’t use a condom again. This time, I don’t get the pill.
Epilogue
Elliot
Five years later…
I toss the blankets away, crawling to the bottom of the bed to kiss my wife’s stomach. It’s round with my child, and so goddamn perfect.
Seraphine has always been beautiful, but she has this glow about her when she’s pregnant and my God, I want to see her this way all the time. Probably why this is baby number three…
The tabloids had a lot to say about us when it all first came out, but it didn’t take long for them to move onto something else. They were more concerned about Seattle’s most eligible and rich bachelor being taken off the single’s list than the fact that Seraphine was much younger than me.
Seraphine giggles as I kiss her everywhere I can, all over her stomach, every inch of her beautiful skin.
“Oh, ow—” I stop, but see she’s still laughing and pressing on the top of her stomach. “My ribs. They’re digging into my ribs.”
“This one’s going to be a fighter,” I say, rubbing my hands over her belly gently.
“Because that’s what we need,” she rolls her eyes.
