Page 23 of Baby Proposal
“I did promise,” he says calmly.
“Was all this a lie?” I wrench from his grasp, hurting, sore. I’m betrayed and angry and so, so… I think I’m going to cry.
“No. Adi, stop it and listen to me.” He brings his hands to my shoulders and hesitates, grip tightening. “I want to have a baby with you. I want you to be my wife for real.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. I’m dreaming. The pain melts away.
“I’m asking,” he continues, and his chest expands as he drags in a breath. “Do you think you could love me? Maybe? One day?”
One day? Is he kidding?
“You want me to love you?”
“Yes.” And in that one word there is more stripped bare, vulnerable honesty than I ever thought I’d have from Rhys. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and I have the oddest compulsion to stroke his neck and soothe that fear away.
“I do love you.”
The shock is almost comical. My grumpy boss is speechless, mouth open, blinking. Then I’m in his arms, being crushed to his chest as he kisses me so hard I think he might break his nose. Or our teeth. Clothes are yanked off in his hurry. I had no idea a man could multitask, but apparently Rhys can kiss me, hold me, and strip off his shirt and mine, simultaneously. Admittedly, I’m not wearing much, and I’m helping. I wriggle out of my pyjama bottoms and hold my arms up for him to pull the top off. And somehow he rids himself of everything, so when I’m naked, it’s his skin on mine that takes up all my attention, not how we’ve never been like this. There’s an unleashed, feral edge to Rhys. He’s been so controlled as he makes me come and takes nothing for himself, and that restraint is cracking.
Until he stiffens.
“Wait-wait-wait.” Hauling me to the bed, he sits us both on the edge.
I let out a frustrated laugh-sob, since he was the one tearing off clothes. But this pause gives me the opportunity to look at him, finally. He’s just in his boxers and I’m utterly distracted by the view of his sculpted chest, covered with scars and a smattering of dark hair over his pectorals then in a happy trail that leads enticingly down to where the fabric and that impressive bulge starts. I’ve had that mammoth length in my mouth, and need him everywhere. I want to bite him. Consume him. He’s so beautiful, the scars only enhancing his raw appeal.
“Later,” I murmur as I reach for his cock. He grunts, but covers my hand with his.
“No more misunderstandings between us.” He laces his fingers with mine and shifts my touch from his cock.
We both look down to our joined hands. He’s so much bigger than me and excitement tumbles through my stomach.
“You know that I love you.”
I did not know this, and though I suppose it was inferred, hearing Rhys say so makes my heart expand to almost painfully squash into my ribcage.
“I have a confession.”
Oh no. No, please…
“You should know, before…” He winces, heaves in a breath, and sighs. “I have to tell you about my work. Not all of my business is entirely legal.”
“You’re a mafia boss.”
“You knew?” The thread of uncertainty in his tone is endearing.
It’s sweet how he thinks he kept it hidden from me. “Your friends are not very interested in maths, given how much of your accounting doesn’t add up.”
“My clever girl,” he replies softly, face unscrunching. “You don’t mind?”
“Not that. I minded when you wouldn’t makeme yours. When you denied me,” I reveal in a whisper.
“I could never resist you.” He tugs my hand gently and brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “You’re so beautiful you have your own orbit.”
Obviously I’m not. But he makes me feel I might be as he trails reverent kisses over my wrist and up my arm.
“You caught me in it the second we met, Adi. I was yours from that moment onwards.”
I feel like a goddess. A giant. I am more powerful than a lightning bolt and more beautiful than a sunset. Then I’m flat on my back with Rhys over me, and there’s nothing between us. Awareness sparks through me. The yielding, cool softness of the bed, and the hot smoothness of Rhys’ skin as he covers me. He’s a massive, dark, hungry predator with his prey in sight. And I’m his happy sacrificial rabbit. His heavy erection snags on my inner thigh. I wriggle and shift until… Oh yes. We both groan as his hardness notches at my entrance. I spread my legs shamelessly, and rock against him.
