Page 27 of Give It a Day
“Because then you’d be the whole package.”
He raises a brow, frowning faintly. “Iamthe whole package.”
I laugh, shaking my head again.
But his smirk fades as he looks at me with resolve in his steely eyes. “Let me in, Kaye. Let this happen. Letushappen.”
“You’re really doubling down, huh?” she says, arching a brow. “What’s next? A spontaneous sonnet as the sun sets?”
“You do that a lot, making jokes when you don’t want to deal with something.”
I look up at him, smiling ruefully. “Could we talk about this another day? Maybe when I’m not getting grass stains on my dress?” I joke, chuckling lightly.
His expression softens a tad, even though his mouth is a firm line and his eyes are startlingly unwavering. Lost in the gray in his eyes, I feel his hand press against my left breast through my dress. He grips it slowly, making my breath hitch.
“Your heart is saying yes, but your mind is full of doubts,” he whispers as his lips move closer to mine. “We have a lifetime to figure it out.”
His cock stirs slowly inside me, his touch and thrusts becoming more tender.
“Tell me if this feels better than those thoughts in your head,” he whispers, watching me.
I moan as my eyes roll back, a cry shuddering out of me. I’m squeezing his cock so tightly that it feels like I’m trying to push him out again when that’s the opposite of what I want. I want him in me, as much of him, and as often as I can.
“Good girl,” he purrs proudly, keeping his unhurried rhythm steady. “The thinking stops when I’m fucking you properly, doesn’t it?”
“Yes…” I hiss in pleasure, feeling breathless.
“And you take me so well,” he praises, his voice warm. “Such a good girl, taking all of me inside you, no questions asked. Just like a good wife should.”
He moves his hands to grip my wrists again, while his eyes burn into mine, sending shivers through my body. His hypnotizing gaze is the only thing keeping me from going afloat, lost in pleasure again.
“Look at you, already so addicted to me.” He preens, his pace quickening. “You’d do anything I wanted, wouldn’t you? Be my little housewife, pregnant in our home, waiting for me to come home each night?”
“What did you tell me before—to not push your luck?” I chuckle breathily, throwing his words back at him, barely able to focus well with how good he makes me feel.
Laughing lowly, he pulls out completely, then throws my legs over his shoulders, making my dress slip down to my waist. “Too late, now tell me what I want to hear,” he demands, slamming back in at an angle that makes me scream. I’d be red in the face if I couldn’t hear the orchestra all the way here. That hopefully means no one but my dastardly husband heard me.
But naturally, my entire body sings for Dae. He takes me harder, making it difficult to think. “Don’t make me say no to you again,” I say between heavy breaths and aching groans.
“Say yes then,” he snarls, his deep voice dripping with dominance. “Say yes, you’ll be my pregnant housewife, waiting for me with open arms and legs.” He punctuates each phrase with a hard thrust, driving me wild.
“That doesn’t sound like me at all…” I manage to whisper through moans. “I need to be free, Dae. Doing stuff I want to, but I’ll always come home to you, if it means you make me feel this good every day.”
His expression softens, and he slows his pace, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “You drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Song-Smith,” he murmurs against my panting mouth. “But we can make that work.”
“Fuck…” I can really see it now, imagining him with me, maybe for a lifetime. Even though my mind is screaming no, my lips say, “Then okay. Maybe.”
He grins mischievously, his hands grabbing mine and pinning them above my head again. “And you have to promise me that no matter what, you’ll always be honest with me. About your feelings, your desires, your fears.”
“That’s worse than asking me to be a housewife.” I huff out a breathless laugh, then try to distract him with kisses.
But he grunts, sounding annoyed, and breaks the kiss to ask, “Will you always be honest with me, no matter what?”
“Why are you asking me this?” My brows knit as I hold back my moans. He’s still going while he’sinterrogatingme again. I don’t understand why we can’t just fuck.
“Answer,” he whispers, voice thick with desire. His lips find my neck, his teeth grazing sharply, but it tickles more than terrifies me. “Youwilltell meeverything.”
“Do you know how ridiculous you sound?” I glare up at him, rolling my hips to remind him what’s more important here, which is getting my damn rocks off. “We only met earlier today, remember?”
