Did they hold hands during dinner? Stare into each other’s eyes? Make fucking plans for future dates?
Agony rips through me just as I feel her step in front of me. She bends at the knees and lifts my chin to look at her.
No longer in her date night outfit, she’s changed into her nightgown. Her face is clear, and her hair is tied up into a messy bun.
“Just . . . just tell me,” I say, my voice choked.
Her expression turns soft as she closes the space between us and presses her lips to mine. My hand slips to the nape of her neck, and I hold her in place, opening my mouth, my tongue swiping against hers.
With her hand on my chest, she pushes me back on the couch and then climbs on top of my lap. Her belly makes it a little harder for us to connect, but I still keep her in place, making sure she knows this mouth of hers is all I ever fucking want, nothing more.
When she pulls away, her finger drags across my cheek as she softly says, “I didn’t kiss him, Eli. I didn’t even give him a hug goodbye.”
Relief washes through me as I slowly lower my head to her chest, where she hugs me tightly.
“Fuck . . .” I quietly say as I hold her.
I’m not sure how long I hold her for, but I do. I hold on tight. I allow myself to soak her in, to remind myself that she doesn’t belong to anyone else, that she’s here, with me, on my lap, in my arms.
She’s mine.
When I finally lift my head, she presses her hand to my cheek and leans in for another kiss. This one is more demanding, more needy, and I feel the same way. My hands fall to the hem of her nightgown, and I lift it over her head. I waste no time and quickly take one of her breasts into my mouth.
My lips travel over her skin, kissing, licking . . . sucking.
I nibble up her chest, I bite tenderly on her nipples, and when I reach her neck, I spend a moment marking her, letting every goddamn person in this world know that she belongs to me.
And she lets me.
She tilts her head to the side, offering me her delicate skin, letting me take charge.
And when I feel satisfied, when I know she’s been branded by my possessive self, I stand her up, bend her over so her hands are gripping the armrest of the couch, and I release my cock from my shorts.
In one smooth thrust, I enter her, bottoming out immediately.
Her back arches, and she lets out a long moan right before I pulse inside her.
Hard.
Thrusting.
Taking.
Claiming.
I fuck her, over and over again until she’s yelling out my name, her perfect, little pussy gripping me.
It’s at that moment that I know . . . she’s mine. She will always be mine.
I just need to figure out how to keep her.
* * *
“Can I ask you a question?”Penny says.
Naked and in bed, I’m spooning her from behind, drifting off to sleep.
“Anything, baby,” I say, kissing her shoulder.
