The urge to ask her to marry me is strong. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I know this isn’t how I want to do it. Not to mention I don’t have her ring. But I crave the sound of her saying yes. Instead, I press my lips to hers to keep me from shouting the words and rock my hips.
“R-right th-there,” she stammers, locking her legs around my hips, drawing her closer. Deeper.
“Baby, I’m close,” I warn.
“Mmm,” she moans and then cries out my name.
With my hands braced beside her head against the mattress, I withdraw and thrust back inside. Her walls squeeze me like a vise as I call out her name and fall over the edge.
Resting my forehead against hers, I try to catch my breath. Every time with her feels like the first time. The way her body wraps around mine, as if she was made for me, it’s perfect. She’s perfect for me.
Sliding out of her, I roll to my side and pull her into my chest.
“I should go clean up,” she pants.
“Just lie here, like this. Just let me hold you, baby.”
After a few minutes, her breathing evens out, and I know she’s asleep. I can’t wait until the day that it’s our wedding that we just left, and the first time I get to make love to her as my wife. My cock stirs at the thought, and I have to close my eyes and focus on her even breathing to calm the hell down.
Kissing the top of her head, I whisper the words into the darkness of the room. “Marry me.” I know she’s asleep, but I need to say what’s in my heart, and those two words, they say so much.
Placing the finishing touches on the gift for Whitney and Aaron’s baby shower, I set it on the counter and clean up my mess from the wrapping paper. I might have gone a little overboard with the clothes, but they’re too cute not too. The gift bag is full of individually wrapped presents.
“Guys go to these things?” David asks as he enters the room, pulling his black T-shirt over his head.
“Yeah, some do. Depends on the couple. Aaron is really involved, so it’s a co-ed shower.” Not that it would matter. David is the kind of man that if I asked him to be there, he would be there.
He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, placing a soft kiss on my neck. “Is that how we’re going to do it?” he whispers.
“Is that how you want it?”
Sliding his large calloused hand under my shirt, he rests his palm just above my belly button. “I don’t want to miss a single second, so yeah, that’s how I want it. You good with that?”
I turn in his arms, my hands snaking up around his neck. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” On tiptoes, I press my lips to his—just a peck, but that doesn’t matter. Any time my mouth is pressed to his, any time he’s near, my body heats. My desire for him is that strong.
“You about ready to go?” he asks.
“Yeah, I just finished with the gifts. I just need to grab my purse and phone.”
“I’ll take this.” He steps back, releasing his hold on me and grabs the bag from the counter. “Sheesh,” he says, acting as if the bag is too heavy for him.
“Ha-ha,” I say dryly. “I can’t help it.” I stick my tongue out at him.
“You’re amazing.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “I’ll take this out to the truck.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right there.” I grab my purse and phone and lock the door behind me.
Aaron greets us as soon as we walk through the door. “Glad you could make it,” he says, kissing me on the cheek and shaking David’s hand.
“Where do we put this?” David holds up the gift bag in his hands.
“This way. Olivia, Whit’s in the dining room with her feet up. At least, they better be. McKinley’s better be too. Jamie’s in there enforcing the rule. Well, all the women are actually, except for our mom and my aunts who are fussing over the food.”
“Thanks.” David gives my hip a gentle squeeze before following Aaron to the gift table.
“We were wondering when you were going to get here,” Jamie teases as I enter the dining room.
“I found a couple more last-minute gifts that I had to wrap.” I look over at Whit, who has her feet propped up on a chair just as her husband had said she was supposed to be doing. “How you feeling?”