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But only until March 9th
But only until March 9th
His breath is against
my ear in the moment before he speaks. I shiver at his heat, “Put the damn ring
on and put the both of us out of this misery. I have the jet on standby. We can
be in Vegas, married and back by the time you have to be home to get Justin off
for school. You can be moved into my home, our home, by this time tomorrow
night. You’ll be where you’ve belonged for so damn long. Enough hiding, no more
endless nights of longing, put the damn ring on.
I can’t leave the
project I’m on right now and I know you won’t want to leave Justin alone. We’ll
do a honeymoon once school is out.”
Damn the needy moan
escaping me as his mouth finds my ear and his tongue slides over my skin. A nip
at the soft skin of my ear and I jump as he kisses me down the side of my neck.
I’m not surprised he’s so damn good at knowing just where to linger. I push the
words out, desperate to stop him while I can still think. “Why bother to
purpose a marriage with a time limit on it?”
I’ve finally got his attention
and he’s surprised. Pulling back, he looks down at me in confusion. “What the
hell are you talking about, a time limit?”
“You said I had to
sign a prenup for when it was over. I get the prenup but you said it like you
didn’t expect it to last. So how long do you expect what you’re offering to
last? Two months, two years, how long?”
“Jesus fucking
christ, that’s what has you saying no? Ria, I’m not putting a time limit on the
marriage. You’re still young, only twenty six and I’m not expecting you to go
the distance. I don’t want children. Justin is already here, I understand your
loyalty and love for him. I’ll do my best to make sure he’s cared for and knows
he’s an important part of both of our lives. You might not want them now but
you’ll probably eventually want children. That will be when our time ends. It
will be up to you, I’ll keep you as long as you want to stay.”
Anger flares hot and
bright at his words. Angry tears well up, and I push him away, he’s too close.
Once again he’s saying I can have him but not really because yes, one day I want
kids of my own. Only they won’t be his, the way I want them to be. “You know
everything, don’t you? The Dragon of Chicago, cold-blooded, brilliant,
demanding, arrogant and no one says no to you ever. Every fucking thing is
planned, plotted, and everyone is just supposed to fall in line. Well, if you
know everything then you should know I’m going to say no, again. I’m saying, no
and I hope that ring is returnable.”
I turn and my hand is
on the door. He moves fast, so fast my head is spinning as he pushes me against
the door and presses his body against me. Heat flares everywhere, my skin is
too damn tight and I crave something I’ve never known before. His mouth is on
my neck and he’s not gentle this time, he’s leaving a mark. Drake’s hands are
everywhere and I melt, my legs won’t hold me up. He feels it, picks me and he’s
walking toward the bedroom of the suite.
Sanity hits me as he
drops me on the bed, not gentle anymore. He’s tearing off his shirt. Even as my
body aches for the hard muscular chest he’s revealing to press back into me, I’m
shaking my head, words are too hard to form. I’ve lost the blazer to the
uniform somewhere and half the buttons on my shirt are undone, without any
memory of how it happened. Nodding, yes, he follows me down on the bed. Nimble
fingers find the clasp of my bra in the front and opens it. His fingers are as
greedy as his mouth as they roam over me. My skin tingles everywhere he
touches. I want to feel him all over me, his skin against mine.
Wet heat flows as his mouth covers
my breast and his tongue tortures me. My hands are going up to his hair to pull
him away then they lose all thought once the feel of his hair silky soft
connects with them. His mouth moves to my other breast and I feel like I’m
coming out of my skin. Fingers move up to replace his mouth. It’s not nearly
the same, yet it feels so damn good. I want more and I don’t ever want him to
stop touching me.
“Just as beautiful and as responsive
as I dreamed you would be, so damn beautiful.” He murmurs as he looks down at
me and his mouth is back on mine. He tastes of hot nights of sin and sex and
I’m giving up and into him. Then I hear my phone beeping, it’s Latisha and
sanity is rushing back to me. I freeze and he feels it. Tearing his mouth off
of mine, he rolls off and away from me. I move as fast as my screaming body
will let me, the loss of him of him is agony, it’s painful to move. My fingers are
numb as I try to get the bra back together and do up the buttons of my shirt. I
roll off the bed and start looking for my blazer.
“Ria,” He’s weary as he watches me,
“I don’t want you to go. This hasn’t been resolved.”
“I don’t care what you want. So what,
you can turn a woman on in bed. Half the women who encounter you probably get
turned on without you touching them. I need more than that. I’m not marrying
someone who’s looking for the exit before he’s even walked through the door. I
sure as shit am not putting everything I have in jeopardy for a tumble in bed.”
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