Page 12 of Perfect Proposal
I walked away from a prestigious job clerking for a federal judge to move back to New York to ensure my younger brother Ward had the stability of our family home while finishing high school and going to college. I set my life, my dreams, on hold long enough to make certain he would have every opportunity to thrive without Mom and Dad.
And then I felt like God was playing a sick joke on me the day I walked in on my dream job at Wildcard and I felt my heart be touched by angels only to be laughed at by the devil all in one breath.
“You’re going to leave me,” I accuse, pain evident in each word I hurl at him.
David’s eyes close. “Never.”
“You are,” I press. “You took a job with my brother.” Pain seeps out of every word.
“I thought…” He shakes his head before determination sets in.
“You thought to prove something to other people who might judge us. Judge you for working for your girlfriend? Your wife?” My voice chokes up at the end.
His mouth opens and closes several times before his head drops down against mine. His fingers tangle with mine against the wall before he admits, “You’re right.”
Slowly, I nod, accepting his actions for being out of love instead of malice. His apology evident in every puff of air we exchange, David leans down and presses his mouth gently against one eyebrow, then the other. One cheek, the other. The corner of each lip. And then finally, he brushes his lips across mine once, twice, until I grant him entry.
Our kiss is languid, tongues that twine our hearts tightly together mixed with the harsh, heated promise of passion. It’s apologies, promises, and vows, spoken in the true language before God confounded speech through the tower of Babel. It’s passion between two people who have touched each other intimately, who know down to their souls what lies beyond sex when love is involved.
We stand there, our hearts touching, our breath mingling, for long moments before David whispers, “You know how I grew up, Car. My dad’s the man of the house—constantly telling me how he’s the one out providing for the family, for my ma. Never fails to bring up every time we talk how he’s busting his ass to make sure everyone has what they need. Here? You give and give—from a stunning home to a job. It all is because you gave it to me. Maybe I needed to know what I could do on my own,” he admits, the vulnerability behind his actions clear.
And any lingering anger I have seeps away. Reaching up, I frame his face with my hands. “My love, if I have so much to give, it’s because I lost so much. Please remember that.”
His brow furrows, but he nods. “I know.”
“Don’t you know, I’d rather be struggling to pay the rent and student loans than have millions of dollars at my disposal? That Ward would too if we could bring our parents back to life?” I shake my head against his as his arms wrap around me. “The home you and I live in is theirs; we’re just filling it with the love that was missing for so many years. That’s what you bring to it, to me.” I lay my hand over his heart. “What’s in here has more value than anything. And the idea of not being with you every day? It gutted me, David. It made me think you didn’t want to be with me.”
“Not that. Never that, Carys,” he groans.
“Okay. Now I have a question?”
He presses his lips to my forehead. “What’s that?”
“Does this mean I still get to plan our wedding? I had Angie all excited about getting an extra two weeks of vacation this year for our honeymoon.”
My lips part as David reaches up and renders the two sides of my red silk blouse open. Buttons scatter in every direction.
My pussy begins to get wet when I see the tight skin pulled across David’s cheekbones. “Any questions?”
Holy. Shit.
“Just one,” I whisper. “Please, touch me.”
Six
David
I lose all semblance of control when her hand touches my chest. Boosting Carys to the wall with my hips, I wrap her legs around my waist and reach down to the V of her delicate red silk blouse.
Tearing hard, buttons scatter in every direction. In the furthest recess of my mind, I hear one ping off the window with a tiny clink. I don’t care. The only thing that matters is furthering the emotional and physical connection with the woman in my arms, in my heart. “Any questions?”
Rocking my hips into hers, I swell tighter as she lets out a breathy sigh. “Just one. Please, touch me.”
“Control yourself, Car,” I murmur as I feast on the long, elegant line of her neck.
“That’s hard to do when you’re…” Carys’s moan rips through the air as I bite down on the tendon while pressing my thick cock against her. “Again,” she demands.
I laugh darkly before I smooth a hand up the side of her leg to give it a quick pop. I’m rewarded by her ecstatic whimper. “Who’s in control here, Carys?” I remind her, pulling back.
