‘I don’t know, I mean, I suppose I thought we’d wait a bit longer, to see how things are going.’
‘I’ll tell you how things are going.’ I press a kiss to her lips. ‘I’m falling more and more in love with you with every day that passes. You’re carrying my baby. You’re going to be my wife one day.’
‘Sure about that, California?’ She winks and her lips tip up in a smirk. ‘I don’t recall you ever actually asking me. In fact, the only thing I do recall is you telling my family you’re going to marry me. I’m not sure I was consulted at all.’
‘Do you need persuading?’ I cock a brow and trail my fingers lower. Her legs fall open in a silent invitation. I stroke her inner thigh slowly, gently, skimming all the way up to almost touch her centre, before skimming down again. I’d bet my life she’s wet for me again. She always is.
‘You can try.’ She tilts her face to me, and my lips are on hers in a fraction of a second. I swipe my index finger over her slit. Yep. Soaked. She moans at the contact. I could play with her pussy all damn day and all fucking night and never tire of it. Seeing the effect I have on her, teasing her to the brink of oblivion, then watching her shatter spectacularly is my favourite pastime in the world.
I slide two fingers deep inside her core and pump, gliding my thumb over her clit. ‘You’re so good at that,’ she mumbles into my mouth, as she reaches for my rock solid cock.
‘Move in with me and I’ll make you come morning, noon and night.’ I drag my fingers slowly out before pushing in again, swiping that sweet spot deep inside of her core.
She gasps, gripping my dick harder, and pumps.
I slow my fingers to a stop. Her eyes snap open. ‘Don’t stop,’ she whispers. ‘I need you to touch me.’
‘And I need you to move in with me.’ I resume playing with her pussy, and I’m rewarded with a tiny flutter deep inside her core. I continue working her with my fingers, watching as her legs tense and tremble under my touch. Her taut nipples furl. I dip my face lower and flick them with my tongue.
Her core contracts again. I slow my fingers to almost a stop. ‘Asshole,’ she cries.
‘One word. Three little letters. Starts with Y. Ends in S. And I will make you come so hard you’ll see the sun, stars and the entire fucking galaxy.’ I flick my tongue over her nipple again, and she hisses.
‘Why won’t you just say yes? You’re here every night anyway. Is it the house? I’ll buy another one if you don’t like it.’
‘It’s not the house.’ She looks away.
‘What is it then?’ I tilt her face until she has no choice but to meet my eyes again.
‘Promise you won’t smother me, like my family do?’ Her expression turns suddenly serious.
‘I promise. You don’t need to convince me you’re a grown woman with her own body and mind.’ I swipe her slit and bring my fingers to my mouth. She tastes fucking exquisite.
‘Okay.’ She nods.
‘Okay, as in you’ll move in with me?’
‘Yes.’ She nods.
‘Tomorrow?’ I slide my fingers inside her again, hovering right over that spot that sends her spiralling so spectacularly over the edge.
‘The weekend. Tomorrow, I’m meeting a new client at my office. It’s after hours. His name is Simon Slater. He’s somebig shot from Cork. He’s looking for an interior designer for his chain of bespoke cocktail bars.’
‘I don’t like you meeting men after hours. Make sure Tate stays with you. And Felstead.’ I growl. ‘But fine. The weekend it is.’ I resume gliding my thumb over her clit and pump her core deep and slow.
Her mouth drops open as her legs go rigid a split second before her core spams and squeezes my fingers as her release rips through her. ‘God,’ she screams.
‘Thanks, but Cole is fine, sweetheart.’ I smirk, and she slaps my chest playfully. ‘Up on all fours, baby. I need to be inside you.’
She flips onto her hands and knees, twisting her neck to watch me over her shoulder with lust hued eyes. I position myself at her entrance, then slide in slowly. I know I’m nowhere near the baby, but still, can’t be too careful.
‘Cole,’ she moans, bucking back against me.
She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect. ‘Yes, baby.’
‘I love you,’ she murmurs. ‘I love what you do to me.’
‘I love you too, sweetheart. So fucking much.’ I drive into her, over and over and over again, smoothing my hands around her waist, then round to her cup her breasts. I’m obsessed with this woman. This ethereal creature who’s turned my world upside down in the best possible way.
