She leans back, and her mouth drops open. “How do you know about red or purple rooms?”
I purse my lips together but don’t answer. Hey, everyone’s heard the craze over the BDSM movies. I haven’t seen them, but I’d have to have been under a rock not to have heard anything about them.
She smacks my upper arm. “Spill it.”
“Hey, social media. The memes have been all over my newsfeed. And, Leah and Aaron are total sex fiends. I’m positive they have a red room.”
Her brow furrows into deep crevices. “Do you think I’m weird for suggesting it?”
“Not at all.” I press a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I’ll tie you up and pleasure you all day long.”
She shudders, and her eyes darken. What in the world am I going to do with this woman? She’s going to drive me to distraction. “What do you want to do tonight? Go out to eat or stay in?”
“Do you mind if we stay in?”
“I would gladly never leave here again if you’re with me.” I’ve never spoken truer words. I could spend eternity sinking deep inside this gorgeous woman.
She leans back. “Is it okay if I brought a bag to stay the night?”
“Of course, I was serious when I said I want to marry you and have a bunch of babies. That would be easier to do if you were living with me, but I understand if you need a little more time before making it permanent.”
“Nope.” She grins and steps back. “I brought all my stuff.”
I grab her hand. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious.” Her eyes drop to the floor. “You weren’t kidding, were you?”
“Natalie.” I place a finger under her chin. “I want you here. And, I will ask you to marry when I find the right ring. Let’s get your bags.”
“Okay.” She nods as if she’s appeased by my answers.
I wish I had a ring to make it official, but I don’t want something cheap or not thought out. I want to find something that represents our past and our future. Something which says we’ve always been destined to be together.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Natalie
The sun streams through the bedroom window, and I blink. Where am I? As the fog lifts in my brain, I remember last night. Hours of hot sex with my beautiful man.
I roll over. His eyes are shut as he continues to sleep. A lock of his dark hair has fallen over his forehead, and he mumbles. Such beauty. How is it possible one man can be so handsome?
“Keep staring, and I’m going to ravish you again.”
The deep vibration of his voice shoots straight to my core. How can I still want him? I shift my hips and groan. My entire body aches from our lovemaking.
His eyes pop open. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine, but…”
“You can’t take any more of my love snake.”
“Not today.” I flop on my back. Another orgasm in the next twenty-four hours and I might die. Is it possible to die from amazing sex? I shudder.
“I can’t help it. I’m making up for lost time.” He drags me to his side and cups my hip. “But I won’t tempt you.”
His thick erection is pressed against my belly. “You’re not tempting me? Your cock is practically knocking on me.”
He closes his eyes and settles into the pillow. “Nope. I’m not tempting you. Don’t be a hussy. You’re the one begging for my dick all the time.”