"I love you Rhys." I hold his head in my hands. "What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing." He shakes his head trying to avoid eye contact with me but I pull him back to me.
"No, not nothing. You were naked, and I was ready to have your cock fill me, and then you put your pants on. So something changed."
He laughs. "So it's hockey and sex with you huh?"
"What else is there?"
"Music."
"I'll add music but you're the one who didn't put on a playlist this time."
"Because you came in and basically dropped to your knees!"
"Are you complaining?"
"No, just, ugh you've distracted me again."
"Sorry." I lift my hands up in surrender. "Tell me what spooked you. Please, I don't want to make the same mistake twice."
"You don't want to get married."
"When did I say that?"
"You said, just don't ask me to marry you right now."
"That's not the same as never wanting to get married."
"It's not far off." He shrugs meekly.
I lean back so he can see all of my face as I tell him this. "Rhys, you ended this six weeks ago. Then I did everything I could not to spiral and start writing sad love songs myself. We just got back together."
I place my finger under his chin. When his eyes meet mine I hold his gaze as long as possible as I lean in and press a kiss to his lips. Slowly I slide along his jaw to his ear, his stubble grating against my lips. The desire to flatten my tongue and lick him is strong but I need to stay focused.
With a delicate nip to his earlobe, he shivers and I whisper, "when I ask you to marry me it won't be when we're naked and desperate for each other."
The sexy little intake of his breath feels like being wrapped in a warm blanket eating chocolate chip cookies.
"Can we go to bed now?" I ask him.
"Please." He pushes his hands up to my waist and leans in. We devour each other. We pour every ounce of longing into this kiss but it doesn't feel desperate. It doesn't feel like something we're chasing.
It feels like coming home.
Chapter fifty-four
Rhys
That's A Pretty Sight
IwanttotellDuncan how his words, his light, his joy has made me fall deeply in love with him but my body is overriding the request from my head.
I tug him forward and the second his feet land on the floor I am pushing my body against his. But my hockey player doesn't take getting pushed around lightly.
Duncan leans into me and I stumble backwards until I hit the fridge behind me. Our mouths crashing roughly as we gasp for air between wet, sloppy kisses.
My body feels electrified.
