I clink my glass against his. “To never shrinking again.”
His thumb brushes along my waist.
“And for the record,” he murmurs, leaning close to my ear, “you were never a midnight anything.”
My throat tightens.
“You’re the whole day.”
I lean over and whisper in his ear, “I need you to take me home before all these people have to watch me take every inch of you in every hole.”
In that moment his energy shifted from protector to pleaser and my body was vibrating with anticipation.
The limo door shuts with a soft insulated thud. I finally exhale as I watch the city lights streak past the tinted windows. Winston Hills glowing outside like it doesn’t know what just shifted inside me tonight.
Calil reaches forward pressing a button. The partition slides up.
Privacy. I don’t wait. The moment the glass seals us in—I move to straddle his lap in one fluid motion. My gown hiking just enough to free my legs. One hand instinctively grabs my waist and the other grips my ass possessively. His eyes darken as I settle against him.
“Zaria,” he murmurs with desire leeching from his deep voice.
“I don’t want to talk,” I whisper against his jaw.
My mouth finds his neck. I drag my lips along the line of his beard and work my way down to the hollow beneath his ear. His breath stutters.
Tonight unlocked something in me.
Not insecurity.
Not fear.
Total trust.
Everything I asked this man, my man to do to help hush the fears I had—he did and with no hesitation and fear in sight. Surely that earned him the right to fuck my face and abuse my throat tonight. My fingers glide over his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his shirt. I push his jacket off his shoulders while tugging at his bow tie until it loosens—I kiss and suck the warm skin exposed at his collar.
“You have no idea,” I murmur against his throat, “what it did to me watching you up there.”
His grip on my rod tightens while leaving me just enough space to position myself on his erection.
“What did it do to you?”
“It made me want you in a way I’ve never wanted a man. I know I’m wanted by you and safe with you.”
Not softly.
Not politely.
Hungrily.
I rock my hips slowly against the evidence of his arousal feeling the heat surging between us. His head tips back against the seat as my lips travel lower to graze the edge of his collarbone.
“You stood there and claimed me,” I whisper. “Future husband.”
His grip slides from my waist to my neck, squeezing.
“I meant that.”
I kiss him then.
