A snort escapes me before I ditch said clothing item and jump on the bed, covering her body with my own. Gently wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I lift them over her headand hold them to the mattress before burying my face in her neck, turning her giggles into breathy moans.Much better.
Lifting my head, I gaze down at her, loving the way she smiles up at me.
“Are you–” I say at the same time she says, “We don’t–”
I nod for her to go first.
“I was goin’ to say that there’s no rush. We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” she says, running her flattened palms over my chest and resting them over my galloping heart.
Adjusting my hold to free one of my hands, I lean on one arm in the bed and trace her hairline with my finger. “That’s what I was goin’ to say to you.”
“Though, in the interest of honesty, I want to be with you, Jude. I want to complete the Call. I want to make love with you.”
I stare at her in disbelief. This amazing, beautiful, woman told me in front of her family that she loves me, making me feel like the luckiest man in the whole world.
“I’d choose you with or without the Call. It’s only ever goin’ to be you.”
“Jude?” she asks, her voice breaking my trailing thoughts. Something I thought should be impossible.
Then again, it’s not every day that the woman you fell for at first sight, who you married at your family’s rivals request, who you thought you’d be happy with having in your life in any capacity, is now spread out in front of you with love in her eyes and lust coursing through her veins.And it’s high time I do something about that.
There’s just one problem. “You’re overdressed, wifey.”
She cocks her head and shoots me a challenging stare that I feel shoot straight through to my core. “I was hopin’ you’d do somethin’ about that.”
Kneeling on the mattress between her legs, I pull her up into a sitting position before dropping my fingers to the hem of her t-shirt and stroking my knuckles over her soft warm skin. Then I slowly drag the top up and off, throwing it to the side. Once that is done, she slides her bra off and chucks it in the same direction with a saucy wink.
Then I move to her jeans, undoing the buttons one by one as she collapses back onto the bed and lifts hips up just long enough for me to strip off everything else untilfinallyshe lays naked in front of me.Utter perfection.
Bending down over her, I dip my face closer to hers so she’s all I can see. “This is it, Em. You and me,” I murmur against her lips. “Whatever comes our way, we face it together. Whatever happens, I’ll always be there with you.”
“That sounds like real vows,” she whispers.
“As real as you and me, and the call, and the bond we’ll complete. This–you and me–is as real as anythin’ I’ve ever known,Mrs.Wilson-Cooper.”
“I want that. I want you. I want the name. I wantthis.” Her fingers flex over my heart that has been hers since the moment we met.
I cup her cheek with my hand. “Marry me, Em. Say you’ll be mine knowin’ what it means. Say yes knowin’ that I love you and you love me. Let me spend the rest of our lives always makin’ sure you’re happier today than you were yesterday.”
Tears fill her eyes. Her lips part as she stares at me with wonder. Then she’s flipping me over onto my back, her weight pressing me into the mattress as she grabs my face and smashes her lips to mine. We both pour everything into the kiss, my body reacting as if I’ve put my hand on a livewire as I wait for her answer.
“Yes,” she murmurs in between kisses. “Yes. Yes. Always yes.”
The taste, smell, and feel of her overwhelm me in the best possible way, and all I can do is hold on tight as she plunders mymouth, her whimpers and moans sending my libido through the stratosphere.
Just as I’m reaching my limit and about to wrestle back control, she drags her lips down my throat to my chest, her skin sliding against mine and setting my nerves on fire.
Desperation clings to me as I cling to the blankets letting Em continue her discovery tour of my body, loving the way she gazes up at me with that devilish grin of hers.
Positioning herself between my legs, she presses barely-there kisses between my hips before wrapping her fingers around my cock and stroking the full hard length before bringing her mouth to the tip and swirling her tongue over the head before taking it inside.
The sound that comes out of me when her fist moves in rhythm with her lips is guttural and raw, the double assault scattering my brain and leaving me with nothing to do but close my eyes andfeel.
Too soon I feel myself diving headfirst toward a far-too-early end. So much so, I have to gently pull her away from me to preserve my dignity and allow myself to give her all of my attention.
Hooking my arms under hers, I drag her back up and over me, claiming her mouth hungrily, driven by some unknown force threatening to take control.
I roll us over, kissing deeply at the same time I reach between us, cupping her breast and grazing the stiff peaks, loving the way she arches up into the touch. Wanting to do nothing more than make her breath hitch and her body tremble.