Page 104 of The Proposal Pact
“The color of your panties belongs only to me, little menace.”
Theè mou…I swallow a whimper. Why was that so hot?
“Clover, let me down.” I need to get off him. Away from him. As far as I can. Now!
“If I were you, I’d keep those pretty lips shut before they get you into any more trouble.” The late evening chill runs over my heated skin.
“Why am I in trouble?”
“Sophie,” he growls. “I cannot talk to you before we get home.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not into exhibitionism.”
I open and close my mouth a few times but no sound comes out.
What the fuck does that mean?
My heart and thoughts are racing so fast, I haven’t noticed that we’re in our apartment building. Four flights of stairs later, Clover is opening the front door and finally sets me down. almost running away from me into the living room.
I wobble on my feet from being over his shoulder that long. Or maybe it’s from his hot and cold routine.
“Wh-what did you mean?” I ask, but it’s like he can’t hear me, pacing around the living room, his hands gripping the back of his neck in some sort of internal struggle.
“I knew that ring wouldn’t be enough to keep the motherfuckers from my wife.”
I swallow hard. “You keep saying that.”
“What?” He stops, looking at me as if remembering that I was here.
“That I’m your wife.” I swallow again. “You keep saying that.”
Clover looks at me with deadly intensity, his nostrils flare as if whatever struggle he was having, is now over. “You are.” He stops. “For the next year, you’re my wife.Mine,” he grits out and kisses me, swallowing the gasp I release.
He. Is. Kissing. Me.
What was it I was saying about staying away from Clover? No idea.
Because he makes me forget my own name as I answer with a kiss of my own.
30
Callum
“Sometimes I can’t see myself when I’m with you. I can only just see you.” – Jodi Lynn Anderson
Mine, mine, mine…that one word keeps replaying in my mind as my tongue slips inside her mouth, devouring her taste, her whimpers, and frustration.
“You’re kissing me,” Sophie murmurs into the kiss, our lips still sealed.
“I am.” I pull away for just a breath, unable to keep away from her lips for too long.
“I thought you said you don’t like kissing. Anyone,” Sophie says, panting, yet still wearing a smug look on her face.
“Always such a fucking brat.” Gently, but hard at the same time, I squeeze her cheeks, making her swollen lips pucker and kiss them again. “I likekissingyou. Happy now?”
I don’t allow her to get another word in as I swipe everything from the kitchen counter behind her, sending bowls and everything else crashing to the hard floor as I wrap my hands around her waist, and lift her up onto it.
