Alexander
Waiting until we get back to my place to ravish her has taken more self-restraint than a monk taking a celibacy pact. At least a monk typically takes himself out of high-risk situations. But I was stuck on a plane with Daisy for over three hours. Seeing her. Smelling her. Wanting her.
The only thing keeping me from taking her in the bathroom was the little boy flying a toy airplane seated next to the restrooms. He was too young and adorable to ruin his future by hearing things no kid ever wants to hear adults doing.
And now, we’re in two different vehicles, or I’d have her on my lap right now. Her turn signal blinks in my rear-view mirror, alerting me to her arrival. I press the button for the two-car garage and slide into my spot.
For several seconds, she hesitates in the driveway as if sheis questioning whether she’s welcome in the garage. I step out and slam the door shut, causing an echo on the cement.
Baby, you’re welcome anywhere I am. And it’s time you know that intimately. My body hums as I wave her forward, and the garage doors shut, closing us inside.
She hops out and gives me a faint smile. “Is it okay that I parked inside?”
“What do you think?” I stalk toward her and press her into the cold metal of her car. Her eyes darken within desire at the mere brush of our bodies against each other.
“I think that’s a yes.” The corners of her mouth curve to her cheeks, and everything is finally right in the world. She’s home where she belongs. She’s forgiven me for being an asshole. She has her dream job. And I’ve accepted that my future is mine to control. My father and his father before him dictated what I did for far too long. I almost lost something more valuable than anything else in the world. Daisy and my self-respect.
“I missed you.” I cradle her face and drink everything at once. She’s beautiful and all mine.
She rolls her eyes and wraps her arms around my waist until there’s no space between us. “It was less than an hour.”
“And that’s too long.” I nudge her legs apart with my knee and claim her mouth. Her softness is countered by the eagerness with which she meets my tongue with her own. Each thrust is returned by her lunge until we’re both frantic and dragging each other’s clothes out of the way.
Her fingertips are cool on my burning abs. Not close enough. I grab her thigh and wrap her leg around me as I rock into her center. She whimpers and moans into my mouth. Jesus. I pull back, gasping for air. “We should go inside. Not that I’m opposed to garage sex, but our first time as a forever couple should be more romantic than this.”
She bites her pink, swollen bottom lip and groans. “You’re going to make me melt into a puddle, calling us a forever couple.”
“Baby, that’s what we are.” I lace my fingers through hers and kiss the back of her hand. “If I’m not with you, I’m anxious to be with you. And counting the seconds until we’re together. That’s my definition of a forever couple.”
Her bottom lip quivers. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I still can’t believe I got someone as sexy as you.”
“Stop.” My jaw flexes in anger as I envision all the insults and put downs she’s endured over the years. I grab her shoulders and hold her tightly in my grasp. “No one will ever put you down again. It’s my mission in life to be your most rabid fan, and no one will get away with telling you that you aren’t the most important person in the world.”
“I love you so much. Thank you for making me believe in myself.”
“Baby girl, I’ll always put you first.” I open the door and walk her backward into the laundry room, the kitchen, and into my study. It’s too damned far to go anywhere else. The sofa will have to do. Or the desk. Yeah, the desk is perfect.
I swipe papers off to the side with the brush of my hand and grab the button of her jeans. “You don’t need these.” She giggles as I remove her pants and set her ass on the edge of the hard wood. “That’s better.” I drop to my knees and stare up at her. Her eyes are a mixture of love and heat. Her face is flush as her hair flows down her back. “I’ve wanted to do this since 6 o’clock this morning, and I’m tired of waiting.”
“Well, by all means, don’t wait any longer.” She braces her hands behind her.
“So perfect.” I lick my lips and spread her knees apart. “I love this sweet pink pussy.” I run my hands along the insides of her thighs, watching them quake as she waits in ecstasy and frustration. Her scent fills my brain with eagerness. I will devour this woman until she sees stars, and then I still won’t quit.
I yank her forward until she’s hanging off the edge and feast. Her desire soaks my tongue as I plunder and plunge into her depths.
“Oh God, yes. Don’t stop,” she whimpers and arches her pelvis toward me. Mine. All mine.
It goes to my head that I’m the only person who will ever touch her. I’m the only man who will make her come. This is all mine. I maneuver my arm until my fingers spread her lips and twirl my tongue over her swollen button.
“Yes, please, that feels so good. I’ve missed you so much.” Her voice sounds panicked, as if she fears I’ll leave her hanging again. Never going to happen.
I slide my fingers into her pussy and lean back, staring into her eyes. “No matter what comes our way. I won’t ever leave you again. You’re mine. And I’m yours. We’re in this together.”
“Yessss,” she hisses as her eyes roll back into her head.
I plunge to the hilt and pinch her clit between my thumb and index finger. “Look at me when you come. Tell me who you belong to.”
Her eyes snap open as she gasps for air. Her chest heaves upward as her jaw flexes, and tears gather in her eyes. “I’m yours.”