Page 93 of The Proposal
He’ll happily walk away.
But forever—a forever with someone who loves me with their whole heart—is what I want. And sadly, he’s made it clear he’s not interested in forever … with me, anyway.
“I think what you’re wanting is for us to hang out,” I say. “To hook up now and then—not be married for real. Maybe we can work that out for a while, you know? But at some point in the near future, I want to find a real relationship and settle down.”
“Yeah.”
The hoarseness of the word catches my voice in my throat. I roll over, my heart thumping, and look him in the eye.
“But you are my husband right now,” I say, grinning.
It takes a moment—a long one—for his features to soften. “Sit up.”
I do as he asks, confused.
He rolls to the side, taking his pillows with him.
I laugh. “What are you doing?”
“Grab the headboard and spread your knees.”
My belly clenches. “What?”
“Now. Please.”
I grin. “Only because you said please.”
He smacks my ass as I crawl across the bed. I watch him over my shoulder as I place both hands on the back of the wooden headboard and spread my knees apart.
Renn slides back on the bed, grabbing my thighs and positioning himself between my legs.
Oh God.
Instantly, my pussy gets wet. My core turns into a pit of molten lava. My nipples bead as I look down at Renn’s mouth just inches from my opening.
“Sit on my face,” he says. “Let me taste that sweet pussy.”
“I won’t even make you say please this time.”
I lower myself until I’m hovering over his mouth. He clenches my thighs, pulling me down harder.Man, my legs hurt from surfing—and I didn’t even really surf.
“Oh damn,” I say, hissing into the air. And that’snotfrom pain. His tongue is pure magic. My head falls back as my eyes squeeze closed. “Wow.”
Renn worships me—kissing, licking, and sucking my swollen flesh. I grind myself against his tongue, moving my hips like I’m sitting on his cock. He spoils me with attention. Ruins me with his enthusiasm. Destroys me with his dedication to making me come in his mouth.
There is nothing like this. No dirty talking, no foreplay—no sexual act this intimate and personal. This intentional.
“Can you taste me?” I ask, moaning as he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Can you taste your come from this afternoon?”
His fingers bite into my thighs.
“The way you railed me earlier … So good, Renn. So good.”
My wetness coats my legs. I can feel it as I move my hands from the headboard to his hair. I wind my fingers in his silky strands and urge him to lick me harder.
“Just like that,” I say, pressing myself against him. “Yes! Just like that.”
I start to shake and begin to fall forward. He clamps his hands down on my legs to keep me from moving. I reach for the headboard and try to steady myself against the array of bombs bursting inside me.
