Dance With Me, Baby(13)
“Fine, tell me yes later but come for me now,” he urged.
“Yes,” I moaned on the next surge of his hips, my pussy clenching around his cock while fireworks burst behind my eyelids.
He pushed inside one last time before his body went rigid. Then he held himself deep and filled me with his come, rolling to the side and taking me with him when he was empty. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as it slowed back to normal, thinking about how much I’d missed him. I wasn’t sure if it was the right decision because it seemed too much like trapping him with the pregnancy, but I went ahead and did it anyway because I didn’t want to let him go.
“Yes,” I sighed. “I’ll marry you.”
Chapter 6
Declan
I was fucking exhausted and loathed the idea of letting my woman go, even for a minute. But, a stronger part of me reacted to Juliette’s agreement with a burst of energy and I jumped out of bed, turning to face her. “Don’t move.”
She rose up on her elbows and lifted an eyebrow but then shrugged and plopped back down. I grinned at her before spinning on my heel and rushing out, down the hall, and into my office. Quickly punching in the combination to my wall safe, I swung it open and snatched a tiny black, velvet box from inside. Then I shut the little door and hightailed it back to my beautiful dancer.
She looked at me curiously as I climbed back into bed and I pulled her up into a sitting position, ignoring her groans of protest. “You wore me out, Dec,” she whined playfully. But, her face morphed into wide-eyed shock as I presented her with the box and opened it to reveal an antique engagement ring. The band was intricate gold filigree that wound up to the center and created a flower that held a two carat diamond in the center.
“Juliette Moureaux, will you marry me?” It was a question, but my tone of voice and look of resolve brooked no argument.
Her face lit up and a beautiful smile graced her lips as she stared inside the jewelry box. “You bought me a ring?” she breathed.
“Well, it’s an heirloom. It belonged to my father’s mother,” I told her, assuming she would appreciate the special history. I wouldn’t have given this ring to just anybody. If I’d never met Juliette and ended up proposing to another woman, I wouldn’t have used it. It was meant for Juliette’s finger, even if I wouldn’t have known it, I would have felt it.
So, I was shocked when her light dimmed and she seemed to be forcing her smile. “It’s beautiful, but I’m not sure I should be the one wearing it yet. I mean, it’s obviously very special to you and who knows what’s going to happen. Let’s see how things go first, okay?”
My jaw hardened from frustration and I felt my elation deflate into hurt. I’d gone to my safety deposit box the day after Juliette left and brought this ring home. It had been burning a hole in my proverbial pocket since then. I’d thought she felt the same overwhelming truth as I had, that we were meant for each other.
I mentally shook off the melancholy thoughts and spoke with firm resolve, “Juliette, I can’t make this any clearer. You. Are. Mine. You have been since you made the choice to take my hand. There is no if, and, or but, in this situation. We are getting married and there will be no discussion, not ever, of us separating.”
Taking the ring from the box, I slid it onto the fourth finger of her left hand, and raised it to my lips. Then I crawled over her, forcing her to lay back, and caged her in with my arms on either side of her head. “We are a family—you, me, and our little peanut. Now, as excited as I am to have our baby in our life, we need to take advantage of the next five months, don’t you think?”
I slammed my mouth down over hers, still clinging to the small burst of energy from before. After a few minutes, I slowed down and spent the next couple of hours worshipping every inch of her body.
When I at last allowed myself to taste her pussy, she was drenched and I lapped up every bit of her cream as I drove her to an intense orgasm. I slid up her body, our sweat soaked skin making the journey easy. Before the last of her aftershocks died, I pushed inside her, groaning at the exquisite feel of her bare pussy pulsing around my cock.
I didn’t think I would ever get used to the feeling of being inside her without protection. It was heaven and I wanted to savor it for the rest of our lives. I moved slowly in and out, lazily making love to her, fascinated by her expressions, her cries of delight, every shudder and twitch of her body.
Every thrust into her, I released more of my love until we reached the height of ecstasy together. I would have given her everything, all of me, but the truth was, she already had it.