Page 68 of Chasing Amber

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t sleep naked.”

“You can. I promise.” I removed the shorts and T-shirt I’d been wearing and dropped them on the floor in the vicinity of her clothes, flipped off the light, and lifted her onto the bed. “Center, baby,” I ordered.

That was eight hours ago. It’s early morning now. The sun is peeking through the edges of the blinds, enough for me to see my girl just fine.

God, she’s fucking amazing. Every inch of her is perfection. She’s lying on her stomach with her arms under her pillow. Her hair is fanned out around her. Her lips are parted.

I’ve tugged the sheet slowly down her body so her bottom is visible. I’ve also leaned over and examined it enough to know it’s still tinged slightly pink from how hard I spanked her yesterday the second time, but it’s not bruised. I’m glad.

Her smooth skin is lightly tanned all over. There’s a smattering of freckles, but the only blemish I’ve noticed on her entire body is the scar she’s about to have on her chin. It will hardly be noticeable.

I’m staring at her ass when she murmurs sleepily, “How long have you been watching me?”

I chuckle. “A while.”

“That sounds boring.”

“I can assure you it’s not.” I set a finger on the swell of her thigh and trail it up over her soft globe, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. I continue up to her shoulder. “Is there anything urgent on your agenda today, baby?”

“Ummm. I don’t think so. I was going to paint, but I don’t think my head is in the right place.” She pulls up to her elbows, giving me a glimpse of the swell of her breasts.

“Good. I’m taking you to your brother’s this morning.”

She furrows her brow. “Why?”

“You need a babysitter,” I tease as I roll her onto her back.

“A babysitter?”

“Yep. I’m not leaving you home alone, so you’ll have to go over there for a few hours while I run an errand.” I like this side of her body as much as the other side, and I dance my finger down between her breasts.

“An errand? Since when do you run errands?”

“Since my sexy girlfriend told me she wouldn’t marry me until I proposed properly.”

A slow smile spreads across her face. “Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me your girlfriend. Don’t you think it’s a bit fast to ask me to marry you?” she teases.

I tickle her side, loving the way she swats at my hand as she giggles. “There is nothing fast about our relationship, baby. We’ve been living together for a year. We’ve been dating everysingle day for two years. I cook most of your meals and drive you around. From that perspective, we’ve gone far too long without a ring.”

She giggles again. “Well, if you put it that way. But you only saw me naked for the first time yesterday, and I still haven’t even had your cock in my mouth.” She rolls onto her side, lowers her gaze casually toward my dick, and tugs the sheet away until my fully-erect cock is in her line of sight.

I groan. “Baby…”

“What?” She bats her eyelashes. “What if I don’t give a good blowjob? You might want to change your mind.”

I cup the back of her neck and lean in closer. “I don’t give a fuck if younevergive me a blowjob. It’s not a requirement for marriage.”

She gasps. “Blowjobs are important.”

I lift a brow, amused by her banter. “Really? And how many have you given?” The question pops out of my mouth before I think it through. I quickly cover her lips. “Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know. It was a terrible question.”

She wraps her fingers around my wrist and pulls my hand away. “None, Isaac.”

My breath hitches. “Seriously?”

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