With a smile of illicit promise, she trailed her hands up his legs and brought her breasts right in front of his mouth, dancing and teasing him with every beat of the music. He moved his hand away from his cock and let the edges of her skirt brush his length with each sway of her hips. He was lost in her, absolutely fucking lost. The house could burn down around them and there was no way he was leaving this spot.
Kelsey braced her hands on his thighs and with a wicked spark in her eyes, worked her way down between his knees. A few strands of her ponytail danced over his crotch, heaven marking a path over his skin. All semblance of self-control left him. He grabbed a fistful of her ponytail, and she gasped.
“On your knees, love,” he said, his voice hoarse with need.
She complied without protest, her body sinking down to the floor. “Yes, sir.”
He took her hair in his fist and wound her long ponytail around his cock, the golden strands like spun silk against him. He groaned at the sight he’d imagined so many times. She kept her head bowed, letting him use her however he wished, and put her hand over his, helping him with the first silken stroke. The nape of her neck was bared to him as their hands moved in tandem, sliding her soft locks against him. He stared at that expanse of skin, an ache digging into his chest.
She gripped his knee, still covered by his slacks, and the sight of her bare left ring finger only deepened the pang. But he had to be patient with her. He didn’t want to overwhelm her with how sure he was in his love for her, how far he saw it stretched out before them. He reached out with his free hand and traced a line over her neck. “I want to collar you, Kelsey.”
Her hand stilled against him and he let her ponytail slide through his fingers, then lifted her face to him. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, but her eyes were wide and clear. “I have a collar, sir.”
“Yes, a generic one I bought before I really knew you. I want you to wear my collar. I want a ceremony.”
Without hesitation or any of the fears he worried would come to the surface again, she brought his hand to her mouth, kissing his palm. “There’s nothing I want more than to be yours, Wyatt.”
His entire body swelled with emotion.
“God, say that again, love.” She did and he pulled her onto his lap, taking her mouth in a heated kiss and sliding inside her.
* * *
Wyatt stole Kelsey’s thoughts with the kiss, and everything inside her tightened and quivered as he thrust into her. She moaned into his mouth, the sheer bliss of having him filling her, claiming her, was a sensation that never got old. He’d been an epic fail in the sub role, but that had only turned her on more. She loved that intensity that overtook him when he couldn’t hold back the need to dominate her.
And now he wanted to collar her. For real. She knew he’d held back from putting any pressures on their relationship because he didn’t want to freak her out. But the thought of being tied to him in that way no longer put terror in her heart. Love was a risk. Happiness was never a guarantee. But like he’d said that night at the prom, they were a good bet.
For the first time in her life, she was a good bet.
And she was ready to jump without a parachute.
He pulled back from the kiss and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting and sending rapid, rolling pleasure through her. She gripped his shoulders hard, riding him and the sensation of it all even as heavy words formed on her lips. He pressed his fingers against her clit, stroking and teasing with each rock of her hips. Her nails dug into his skin.
“You want to come, love?” he asked, kissing and nibbling her neck.
“I want to get married.”
Everything halted. Wyatt lifted his head, his eyes shocked behind his glasses. “What?”
Panic gripped her. Shit. Shit. Shit. Maybe she’d read his signs wrong. Maybe she was assuming things she shouldn’t. “I mean—”Author: Roni Loren
He pressed his fingers against her mouth. “Don’t you dare take it back.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, mortified.
“Look at me.”
She took a deep breath and forced her eyes open. He let his hand fall from her lips and she started babbling. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I just said that. You must think I’ve lost my mind. Of course we can’t get married. We’ve only been seeing each other for eight months and what would people think and—”
“I would marry you tomorrow,” he said without a hint of hesitation in his voice.
She blinked.
Dimples appeared, and he lifted her onto the desk, laying her out beneath him. “In fact, how about next month? I already had two plane tickets to Paris I was going to surprise you with. Thought you’d like to visit the mecca of all things pastry.”
She stared at him. “You’re taking me to France?”
He pressed a kiss to her parted lips. “No, now I’m marrying you in France. If you’ll have me.”