“Good. Because I never wanted it with anyone else.” The buttons on her blouse were on the back, and with a grunt of frustration, he yanked at her sleeves, until her breasts were spilling over the neck of her top in that sheer, lacy bra. “Never.” He leaned down and kissed her through it, breathing out heavily against the stiff bud of her nipple. “That’s why I kept your old bed. I couldn’t get rid of the first place I ever had you.”
“Fuck,” she choked out. “That’s—so messed up.”
“I know.” He slid his hand beneath her skirt as he trailed kisses over her ribs. “But the thing is, Jay—” he rolled her skirt up to her belly and tugged aside her underwear, exposing her dark, glistening sex “—you’ve always had a way of getting under my skin.”
He bent his head and fucked her with his mouth right there on the carpet, tonguing her clit until she was bracing against the floor, her thighs squeezing his face until his jaw ached. When he looked up at her, one of her hands was on her breast. The other was tightly gripping her skirt, keeping it rolled up and out of his way. “Daddy,” her hips lifted. “Daddy,please—”
The desire burning through him was violent enough to blow him apart. As she trembled beneath his lips, he knew he’d never get her out of his blood. It was Jay or nothing. All he had ever wanted was this. Even if it ended up scoring him raw, he wantedthis.
With a harsh exhalation, he pulled away and fumbled with a condom before plunging inside her trembling cunt, letting his arms hit the floor on either side of her pretty face. The first thrust made her jolt, but then he felt her legs wrap around his hips and pull him deeper.
“You slutty girl.”
“Yes,” she panted.
“Marking me up like your property.” Her fingers bit into his back and he groaned again. “You think clawing Daddy up is going to keep you from getting fucked?”
“Sorry,” she gasped, and he laughed against her throat.
“Don’t apologize. Fuck me harder.”
Make me yours.
She let her head fall back into the spilled drink as she lifted her hips at his command. He thrust deeply in response, crushing her breasts against his bare chest as he filled her until he met resistance. “Harder,” he said, breathless himself now. “Make me work for it.”
She kept trying to arch into him but couldn’t maintain the pace, gripping his shoulders to brace herself as her thighs began to tremble with the strain.
“Daddy, I can’t—” Jay collapsed on the next thrust, making her head fall back towards the ceiling as she struggled to catch her breath. “We ruined . . . the carpet.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” Nicholas entered her again, pinning her pelvis to the floor with his cock, and came with a shudder, as he settled into the lush cradle of her hips with a final, shallow rock. “Help me christen the next one.” He traced the rise of her left breast. “Marry me.”
Jay shook her head.
“Marry me,” he repeated. Still inside her, he reached down to unfasten the chain at her throat, pulling the little ring free from her cleavage even as she tried to grasp it from him. Unable to resist teasing her, he dangled it over her face, letting the ring bounce off the edge of her nose.
“Do you love me?”
Her chest hitched. “Yes, but—”
“But what?”
“I’m scared.” Tears sparkled in her eyes. “Everyone leaves me because I’m not good enough.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he snarled. “I’ve always loved you.”
“Yes. Everyone says that . . . right before they go away.”
“I’m not going to leave you, Jay.” His chest fell heavily against hers, and she stared up at him, her eyes wide. “I would never leave you. You’re mine. You have always been mine. But you have to trust me long enough to prove it to you.”
Jay let out a stuttering breath, more tears sliding down her wet face. “But I’m so scared.”
“But can you do that? Can you trust me?” he demanded, thumbing the tears from one of her sharp cheekbones. When her eyes skated to the side, he let his hand drift to her shoulder, tugging the dangling straps of her bra back into place. “Tell me things aren’t that broken between us.”
“I’m tired of fighting you, Nick,” she said wearily. “I can’t resist you anymore.”
He looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him, bent in surrender, and his conscience twisted. Gently, he cupped her face. “Are you always going to call me Nick?”
“I can’t help it.” He felt the movement inside and out when she freed up an arm to stroke his jaw. “You’ll always be my Nick.”
