“Oh, stop whining,” Lila huffed. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before. And besides, you can’t say no to me anyway.”
I snorted a dry laugh of amusement. I couldn’t argue with that.
“Well, it’s four o’clock in the morning,” I replied. “Can’t we talk later? Maybe around noon? After a cup of coffee.”
Lila hummed and flicked off the light. Rustling fabric made me crack one eye open. Wan light filtered in through the blinds, illuminating her silhouette as she undressed. My cock twitched against the sheets. She peeled her clothes off, piece by piece.
My fatigue vanished and I moved my arm aside to watch the show.
“I guess we could wait to talk about it later,” Lila relented. “But if you wait too long, someone else might ask me to marry them. And there’s a very good chance I’ll say yes. Just to spite you.”
My mouth went dry, and not because Lila’s tits were beautifully bare and on full display. Although that was certainly part of it. Never in a million years would I have thought that Lilawould be the one to bring up the topic of marriage before I did. Hell, I figured she would fight me tooth and nail on it.
I cleared my throat, struggling to focus while Lila shimmied out of her jeans and panties.
“Where exactly is this coming from?”
Lila stood over me, gloriously naked. And I wished she’d left the lights on.
“I believe your exact words were…that’s my future wife you’re talking about. Have some fucking respect.”
Shit.
She peeled the sheets back, sliding into bed. My heart hammered against my chest as she snuggled against me, skin to skin. She hooked her leg over mine and lazily brushed her fingers against my half hard cock, toying with it like a cat with a mouse that clearly had no intention of doing anything more than tease for her own amusement.
“You…weren’t supposed to hear that,” I said.
“I know. But I did. So, are you going to man up and ask me? Or are you going to chicken out and take it back?”
I frowned into the dark, trying to puzzle out what Lila’s angle was here. It felt like a trap. There was no way she would agree to marriage this easily, let alone voluntarily.
When I imagined marrying Lila, making her my wife, I had pictured years of arguments, trying to win her over.
Tentatively, I wrapped my arm around Lila, pressing my lips to her temple. She gave a little purr of contentment.
“Are you drunk again?” I asked.
She jabbed me in the ribs. I flinched.
“I had two beers tonight," she said. "That’s all.”
“Then why are you being…” I trailed off, searching for the right words. “Nice?”
Lila gave a wicked laugh, nuzzling even closer. She kissed my neck, slow and lazy. I swore softly under my breath as my cock surged.
“You sound nervous,” she mused. “Why are you nervous?”
“Because you’re never this nice and it’s freaking me out. It feels like a trap.”
She pumped my cock with a few languid strokes, circling the crown with her thumb.
“If you don’t want to marry me, you can just say so.”
I tightened my arm around her.
“If I said that, it would be a lie, and I have this gut feeling you wouldn’t appreciate that.”
Lila made a thoughtful noise. She released my cock and I stifled a whimper of disappointment. Then she cupped my balls possessively.