“I want to propose,” I tell her. “Propose to prove to you and your parents and our son, week by week, that I’m going to be here.” I take her hand and kiss her knuckles gently. “I want to propose that I’ll earn you… and protect you. Because being with me, it has risks. But you need to know something. I’ll never abandon you, not like my father did. If they come for you, I’ll break them. For you. For our son.”
She bites down, laughing, her eyes glistening with tears. “Get up, Rafe.”
“Do you accept?”
She laughs. “Yes, I accept. But you know I still want to take it slow, right?”
“At our own pace,” I say, standing and pulling her into a hug. My body responds to her curvy form like I was made for her. I kiss her cheek, then find her lips. “We don’t have to rush anything. And whatever else happens, I’ll always be in Theo’s life.”
She wraps her arm around me, cuddling as close as she can get.
“What are you thinking?” I say softly.
“About that first night when we were waiting for the bouncer to let us into the other club. How you had your arm around me like this. And it just felt so natural. I remember thinking,Is this how it’s supposed to feel?”
I give her a squeeze. “Me too,” I say. “Everything has from the start.”
“Look at the city sparkling,” she murmurs, pointing into the dark.
“My apartment is just there.” I take her hand and guide it to a tower.
“You have an apartment here?”
“Hmm,” I say, moving behind her, letting me feel her curvy body pressed against me. I can feel her tight ass through her jeans. She even arches her back a little, looking at me over her shoulder.
Oh,fuck.
“You know what I’m thinking?” I growl. “There’s always one thing that’s never been complicated with us.”
She shifts against me, the juicy globes of her ass caressing my shaft through our clothes. “I was thinking you’d ask if I wanted to see your apartment,” she says, a hitch in her voice.
I guide my hands to her hips, shifting in time with her. My cock is already solid, but that’s no surprise. She makes me so fucking hard so fast. I can already feel precome at the tip, my balls throbbing.
“Do you?” I growl. “You need to be sure.”
“Don’t try to sound scary,” she teases.
I laugh, gripping her hips harder. “I don’t think you’re scared.”
She pouts her lips, turning even further, bending at the hip, and really grinding her ass into me. I groan in disbelief. I almost explode for a second, then let out a shuddering breath. That was close.
“Shall we?” she says, laughing, as she straightens, like she knows what just happened.
I slide my arm around her hip and drag her close, letting her feel my steel. “You know what you’re doing to me.”
She pecks me on the lips, letting her eyes go wide and innocent. “Maybe I just love making you wild.”
“I love how you do it.”
I kiss her hard. She moans in the sexiest way possible, grinding her body against me now. A squeal escapes her when I pick her up and put her over my shoulder. She holds on, laughing as I walk toward the car.
“What are you doing?” She giggles as I balance her and reach into my pocket.
“Texting the catering company. They can box up our food. I’m rich, angel, not wasteful.”
She laughs and playfully slaps my ass. I put her down at the car, and she raises her eyebrow in a wicked challenge.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I ask, brushing hair from her face.
