I laughed to put him at ease, but it came out twisted and strangled. “Your mum just asked me where my engagement ring was.”
He sat beside me, the chair scraping against the wood floor as he inched it closer to me.“My mum? What?”
“She ran out of here when she realised her mistake.”I turned to him, cocking my head to the side, and wanted to put him out of his misery.“Do you have her engagement ring? And… were you planning on using it?”
He couldn’t speak for shock, staring at where our knees touched.
“Because I want it,” I said. “Not right this second. Not like this. But… I’m telling you, when you want to ask it, I’ll be here. Waiting.”
“I asked her for it after our day in London when we were there for your Dad’s birthday.”
The air rushed out of my lungs. It wasn’t six weeks. It was less than one.
My pulse fluttered all over — wrists, throat, between mythighs.
“You’ve thought of us for that long?”
“Longer,”he promised.“Every day. Every night.”
“Even when I left?”
His chair scraped again as he crossed the gap between us. “Especially when you left. I’d imagine you here. Wearing my jumper. Waiting for me.”
With his thumb, he brushed under the hem of his jumper, high up my thigh. I shivered, my thighs clenching. “Just like this?” I gestured to myself.
His breath hitched, his mouth lifted into a lopsided grin. “Exactly like this.”
A comfortable silence fell between us — the wind rattled the windows, the dogs panted — but my entire vision was him.
“Come here,” he said and tugged at my thighs until we were both standing, his fingers kneading my ass with strong hands that made me melt. They travelled higher, skin on skin under his jumper. He kissed the shell of my ear and murmured, “You drive me crazy. Sitting there, looking like that, in my clothes, talking about rings and forever. Fuck, Zsófia.”
My eyes rolled back at my name. “Take me to our bed, Zoltán. Now.”
He laughed into my neck, half broken, half hungry. His lips travelled up until they reached my mouth, and he kissed me and lifted me to sit on the edge of the dining table. “I need you now. Here.”
“Here?” My voice cracked, exposing my desperate need.
“Here,” he growled, forehead against mine.“I’ve waited long enough, Fia.”
I nodded, my head scraping his, and one hand fistedin his hair as my other bunched his jumper against his abs, needing to touch him. He brushed gentle, slow fingertips against the seam of my panties, and I trembled.
“I’ve missed this,”he said and bit softly on my bottom lip.
“Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth, tugging him down to kiss me, deep and messy.
“Tell me it’s too fast,” he said.“Tell me to stop.”
“No,” I cried, pulling him closer, tighter.“I’ve been aching for you.”
His throat rumbled as he closed his eyes, fingers dipping below the elastic of my underwear. “Say that again.”
“I’ve been aching for you.”
“Fuck,”he mumbled and ran his fingertips down my slit, and I gasped, jolting forward against his chest. “You’re so wet.”
He circled my clit with slow, torturous precision.
“So wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”
