Page 86 of Stealing Home

Before she can argue with me any more I take her mouth, mimicking the movement of my fingers with my tongue. She sighs into my mouth, and this time when she trembles I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers.

Lifting my mouth off of hers, I wait for her to respond. “Five. Thank you, Sir.”

I climb off the bed and lift her into my arms. She’s practically boneless the way she stays limp in my arms.

“Did I fuck you into a coma?” I tease her.

She makes a humming sound.

“Low, answer me.” The scene is over, but I haven’t released my alter ego yet.

“I can’t, you broke me,” she mumbles.

“Are you complaining?”

She giggles a little. “Death by orgasm. I guess that’s why the French call it la petite mort.”

“You’re not dead, but you’re a little delirious. Let’s get cleaned up.”

The bathroom has a large soaker tub for two with jets, and oils available. I set her down for a moment while I get the water the right temperature and let it fill. Once it’s ready I help her climb in and step in behind her.

“Lean back against me,” I tell her.

“You’re bossy,” she mumbles.

I roll my eyes. “You love it.”

Her head falls back against my shoulder, and she looks back at me. “I really do, and I love you too.”

Shifting her over a little, I kiss her slowly. This kiss isn’t meant to arouse her, but to tell her the best way I can how much I love her. My lips tell her without words that I’ll take care of her, love her, worship her, and be her home.

The kiss goes on and on until we finally have to separate to breathe.

Her hand reaches up to rub against my cheek. “I like it when you haven’t shaved for a day.”

I can tell she wants to talk about something. I’m pretty sure that something is how my dad treated her this morning. “I can practically feel you thinking. Talk to me, Low. Don’t bottle it up.”

“I’m afraid your dad is never going to accept us together. And a part of me, the part that resisted at first, understands his reservations.”

“Not this again,” I growl.

She turns and drapes her legs over one of mine so she can see me better. “No, I’m not running. I’m in too deep. The only way I could let you go would be if you ask me to. And I think at this point, I’d try and change your mind.”

“You’re right. My dad might not ever come around, but I know he’ll learn to live with my choice. I can take his doubt, but what I’m not going to put up with is him disrespecting you. He and I are going to get that clear today.”

She swallows. “Please, don’t ruin your relationship with your dad because of me. I’m not—”

There’s a low rumbling in my throat making her abandon what she was about to say. “If you dare tell me you’re not worth it I’m going to get really pissed off.”

She nods. It’s going to take time for her to repair her self esteem. I wish it was enough for me to tell her how amazing she is, but she’s so set against believing good things about herself.

“Let me wash you,” I say, pouring some body wash on a washcloth. “I promise I’ll take care of you. We’ll meet my parents for lunch, and if they aren’t going to treat you right we’ll leave.”

“But they’re your family,” she protests.

I put my finger against her lips. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I want to marry you. Have kids with you. You are my family too.”

“Are you proposing to me?”

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