Page 54 of Claiming His Wife
“Don't what?"
“Offer me your heart in pity.”
She looked at him now, eyes melded in a look that nothing could break.
“All I’ve ever wanted was your love, because I have always loved you,” she finally admitted to him.
“Thank God,” he breathed and hauled her closer to him, his head buried in her neck and her heart beating a frenzy in her chest as his hands surrounded her. “I have you now and I’m not letting you go.”
“I choose you Finn. I chose you a long time ago." He looked at her intently. "I couldn't bring myself to tell you earlier. I was afraid of my own feelings when it came to you. I was scared by how vulnerable it made me feel," she admitted.
He fumbled in his pocket and brought out a small black box and then plunged to his knee.
“Kalilah, marry me and make my life worth living.”
She gasped.
“You kept it?” It was the ring he had presented her with years ago. She had left it behind when she fled the country.
He gave her a small nod.
Kalilah had eyes only for the man who was making all her dreams come true. Her hand stole to her stomach and she knew the answer to give.
"Yes, we will!”
“We?”
She looked shyly into his eyes and said, “I took a pregnancy test earlier. It was positive.”
Finn wore a look of pure joy as he got to his feet and hugged her body to his, this time he was not afraid to unleash the intensity of his emotions. Her hands came around his shoulders and held fast.
“And I’m going to devote the rest of my life to making sure you’re both happy,” he replied.
“And I will do the same for you,” she promised.
“I have you and our child, that’s all I need.” At that declaration his hand stole between them to caress her flat stomach.
“We’ll always talk to our children and offer them hugs and kisses,” she said as his hand tightening around her waist again.
“And no pushing them into roles they don’t want to assume,” he said.
“Everything alright?” Kalilah whirled at the interruption to find Owen at the door.
“Everything is fine, Owen. You have the next two days off, my husband will see me home,” she replied with a smile and she caught Owen’s as well.
“Make it two weeks Owen. My wife needs a honeymoon.”
Owen wished them a good night and then retreated to the car.
The kiss started light but soon gathered heat as hands ventured beneath clothing.
“Not here,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with arousal.
“Why not?” She returned her lips to his. “I want you right here; this place is ours. Your gift to me. I always want to remember how you made love to me here on the day we decided to take charge of our marriage.”
“It’s an old complex, Lilah. The floor is the only horizontal surface available. Let me take you home and to our bed.” All perfectly factual points but she wanted him now.
“No,” she insisted as she nipped at his lips, hands under his jacket retreating to her own top to remove one button, then another. She saw his resolve waver and when she pulled the material off her shoulder, she knew she had him. They spent the next hour bringing each other to new heights.
