Page 111 of The Proposal Pact
“Oh,” I gasp. “Yes, yes, I can do that.”
“Not. Good. Enough,” he grits out. “Need to fuck you harder.”
And he does.
Oh, does he ever.
I feel every inch as he takes me with an almost punishing force until we are both coming so hard we’re way past the point of shaking. We are a mess of skin and bones and tears that I feel on the brim of my eyes as he crushes against me, pinning me to the wall as we try to catch our breaths and regain some strength.
Clover stays silent as he holds me tight, his forehead resting against the back of my head, and despite the bliss I’m in, I can feel the wariness, the uncertainty and flashes of regret wash over him in the aftermath.
Just like they had last night. And just like last night, I will be here to ground him. To remind him it’s okay to feel.
I curve my arm around the back of his neck, anchoring his body to mine. “Clover,” I start but feel him shake his head slightly.
“I’ve never…I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Clover asks, he words shaky as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his body.
“No, no, Clover. You didn’t hurt me.” I glide my hand over the back of his neck, feeling his trembling breath on my skin.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Hell, what always comes over me around you. I’ve never…” He trails off, sucking a deep breath in. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
I freeze. “Y-You haven’t?”
“No.” He rubs his nose over the curve of my neck as his arms still hold me, tight and protective. Almost as if he’s afraid I might run away. “I haven’t had sex in a long time, Sophie. And before that…” He pauses for a second. “It was never like that.”
“How long?”
Clover hesitates and then his arms tighten around me as he says, “Since I was eighteen.”
“What?” I whirl around despite his hold on me. “Are you serious?”
How is that possible?
“Yes,” he says, almost sheepishly, he tries to look away as if ashamed, but I cup his face, bringing it back to mine, sensing there’s more to the story but also know he’s not going to share it. At least, yet.
“What can I say? I am pretty irresistible.” I waggle my eyebrows, unable to resist the temptation to tease him. And it works, because Clover rolls his eyes, those shadows in them, disappearing and tries to pull away.
I catch him again with a giggle before sobering and taking a deep breath.
“I haven’t had a lot of partners, Clover. Two, to be exact, before you, and I’ve never been adventurous in the bedroom. Not like I want to be with you,” I add quietly. “So, I don’t know what is it about us, but I like it. I liked every second of it. You haven’t hurt me, and I want more.”
He watches me with quiet intensity before his lips find mine and he kisses me tenderly but with so much passion, I forget about the cold, the mess that the water is making, and generally everything else that should worry me.
I forget that I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with my fake husband.
Love Hive:
Jules444: Um, has anyone seen much of Cal and Sophie lately? Is everything alright between them?
Toughtolove: Saw Cake pop this morning, he was late to work! Fourth day in a row!
CookieJ: *Blushing emoji* Oh, to be young and in love again.
Ninasunshine: Fanny, why are you still stalking the boy? That operation was over weeks ago when he got married.
Toughtolove: Oh, I don’t know my dear Nina…I don’t know. Something smells fishy over there.
Therunawaybride: Psh, finally the stench has reached you. I’m way ahead of you there.
