Page 124 of Choosing Forever
He hesitates to help me get it over his head, but before I can ask him why, he’s pulling it off and dropping it on the couchbeside us. I jerk forward on his lap and hiss a breath when I feel the outline of him beneath me. That’s definitely still the same. I forgot . . .
“What is that?” I blurt out, my gaze snagged on the chain around his neck.
Or more specifically, the ring dangling from it.
Darren loops his finger through the ring and lifts it off his chest. “It’s your ring.”
“My ring,” I repeat softly.
“Your promise ring.”
“Why?”
“It’s yours,” he states bluntly, voice gruff and deep.
A bone-deep shiver moves through me. I hold his shoulder and roll my hips forward, searching for the press of his erection against me. The length of him beneath my middle chases my shock away, replacing it with a pleasure so sharp I lose my ability to breathe.
“When you want it back, I’ll hand it over. Until then, it’s staying right here,” he says tightly. Hands bracket my hips, guiding me back and then forward again.
“Darren,” I gasp, spine straight and my head falling forward to watch us move together.
“Not like this, baby. Not after this long. Let me make you come properly.” His face scrunches, almost like he’s in pain. “Please.”
My eyes nearly cross at his plea. “Yes.Yes, do that.”
He shoots off the couch with me in his arms. I don’t even have a chance to hold on to him properly before I’m falling back onto the couch. This time, he’s above me, and I’m sinking into the thick cushions at my back.
“I should have made sure you were fed first,” he murmurs, staring down at me with this sense of . . . claiming. Like I’m something he’s been coveting all this time and finally has in front of him.
I’m starting to believe that’s exactly what I am.
“I’m not hungry.”
His eyes rove all over me, the muscles in his jaw tight. “I am.”
“We can eat first,” I murmur, fighting the nerves.
“My appetite doesn’t involve anything besides you, Delaney.”
I throb between my legs. It’s strong and slow, lingering. The tightness in my breasts makes my nipples scrape my bra, heightening the need for relief. I start to close my legs when Darren lurches forward and holds my knees, keeping them spread.
“Has anything changed?” he asks while lowering himself to his knees.
“What do you mean?”
His smirk is criminally filthy. “Do you still like to be touched the same way, or has anything changed with what you need to get off?”
“Isn’t that cheating?” I ask between sharp inhales.
Fingers stroke my calves and then behind my knees. Not even the tights can hide the goosebumps on my skin.
“You’re right. I’ll figure it out for myself.”
There’s no time to ask him to clarify exactly how he plans to do that before he’s lowering himself to his knees once again, this time between my parted legs. I choke on nothing and hold my breath while he glides my dress up my legs. He leaves a hand there, holding the hem of my dress while another sneaks beneath it to rub circles above the band of my tights.
“I only need to know what you’re okay with me doing, Delaney. Tell me if there are lines I can’t cross with you tonight because I don’t trust myself enough not to take things too far once we get started. I need you to give me boundaries.”
“I thought you already decided what we could and couldn’t do tonight. Nothing longer than a finger.”
