“One day, while I was out for a run, you’d sent an email that dropped a notification to my smart device. I usually leave that device in the truck, but on that day, it was with me. When it came through, I was assaulted with a vision of you and I. At the altar, at your thirtieth branch opening, dancing together. At an award ceremony where you will receive accolades for outstanding work in your community.”
He paused, and she couldn’t find her voice to respond, so he moved forward.
“I saw us making love, having sex…fucking.” Her pulse pounded. “The dynamic, kinky, no-holds-barred intercourse that makes you come in a sequence of body-jolting orgasms.”
She exhaled as her heart lurched.
“I saw…”
“Stop.”
She could barely remain standing there, her legs weakening with each revelation he announced.
“I was getting to the best part.” A grin emphasized his devilishly handsome features, and reaching for her hand, Jeremiah threaded their fingers. “I wanted to be candid with you. And although it is quite different than the way the average couple comes together, I don’t think it can be ignored.
“Let me love you, Vanessa. Courting you would be my pleasure if that’s where your comfort zone lies.” His fingers tightened slightly around hers, and his gaze followed her parted lips.
“You really know how to woo a lady, don’t you?”
Dark laughter speared from his mouth, playing a tune on her heart.
“I only came here tonight to woo you. In fact, I only hosted this party to get you here.”
“Is that so?”
“It is.” He rubbed his chin with his free hand. “I figured it would make me less of a weirdo to grab your attention in a professional setting.”
“Did you now?”
His smile spread. “Did it work?”
There was another flash of their future in the back of her mind, and her face turned serious, her smile dropping as lust filled her eyes.
“I’d say so.”
He drew her close. “Mission partly accomplished.” Dropping his mouth to hers, heat sealed them together as the wind swirled around them. The kiss sent a rambunctious tingle throughout their bodies as they pressed together, chest to breasts. Vibrations scattered through them both as their torsos bent into one another.
“We have to stop this,” he whispered into her mouth.
“Why?” she breathlessly responded.
“Because I may forget my manners and make love to you on this balcony.”
Fire crackled down her spine. “Or you could stop thinking and just go for it.”
His dick pitched, and his gaze dimmed behind dark laughter.
“Ms. Monroe. You have no idea what you’re asking.”
“It’s absurd, just like you asking me to be your wife, right?”
He smirked, then grabbed the back of her neck, and crushed his mouth into hers, tongue spreading her lips as a growl left the depths of his soul.