“No, I’m not. It’s just that…why?” He was startled by her question so much so that he was speechless. “I mean, if this is because you have some sense of obligation about the fact that I’m having your baby then you can just forget it. I don’t need you. I have enough guilt of my own. I certainly don’t need you to heap more onto me. And if you think I’m having sex with you again, then you can forget that too. I didn’t particularly think you were all that good anyway.”
He took her mouth. There was no finesse or even any kind of gentleness in his kiss, but she was breathless when he pulled back. Royce scooped her off the chair and into his arms. They were on the floor before she said a word and he simply silenced her with another kiss. He felt her wrap her legs around his hips as he moved his mouth along her neck.
He knew he’d have to be slow. The doctor had told them that she’d only be ready for sex when she was ready. When he’d talked to him again yesterday after her appointment, Royce had been told that she’d healed much better than he’d thought she would and that she had put on eight much needed pounds. Royce knew that the bleeding had stopped too. She’d told him that several weeks ago one morning.
He nuzzled her breast. He could feel the peaked tip beneath her bra and wanted to take it into his mouth. Her moan made him rock into her. Lifting her blouse, he ran his thumb up and under her bra and felt the heavy flesh as it tightened. He needed to taste her and moved the tiny scrap of lace out of his way and suckled her hard.
“Royce.” She shouted his name as he moved to the other breast to give it its due. He was rolling her nipple on the roof of his mouth when her legs tightened around him. He wanted her needy; he wanted her to want him so badly that she’d beg him. He moved down her body and laved his tongue into her navel as she arched up into his cock.
He opened the snap on her jeans. And was rewarded with her fingers tangling in his hair, gripping him tightly against her. As her pants slid down over her hips he nipped and tasted her skin, feasted on her flesh, and delighted in the way she made him feel. He hoped that his plan didn’t backfire and he was begging her, but he was going to give it his damnedest.
When he had her pants down around her thighs, her scant panties still in place, he sat up, pulled away from her heat and her scent. He pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it away. She lay before him like a bounty and he planned to gorge himself on her, but first, he needed to have her say yes.
“Marry me,” he demanded of her as he ran his finger against her soaked panties. “Marry me and I’ll let you come.”
“What?” Her eyes were hazed and filled with lust and need. He wanted to tell her that he’d give her anything she wanted if only she’d look like that all the time, but he wanted her as his wife.
“I love you. Marry me I’ll make you happy for the rest of our lives. Please.” He begged her now as he slid his finger beneath her panties and deep into her. “Marry me, Kasey.”
She moaned as she rode his finger. He watched her eyes flutter closed as she lifted her hands to her bare breasts. He was going to come before her if she kept that up so he stopped moving inside of her and watched as she opened her eyes.
“Royce, please. I’m so close. I need to come, please?” Her voice was low, seductive, and nearly a growl. He felt his cock leak in his pants. “Please?”
He slid his finger deep and stopped again. He watched her try and move against him and he pulled back. He was dying. Her scent, her musk was heady and strong. He found himself leaning forward to drink from her and just barely managed to hold himself steady. Royce moved his finger again, slowly.
“You know what I want. If you tell me yes, I’ll give you want you need.” She sat up and pulled his mouth to hers. He had to pull away or he’d have her regardless of her answer. “Marry me.”
He reached for the box he’d dropped to the floor when he’d first knelt before her. Opening the small box he watched as her eyes widened in surprise and then she looked at him with tears in her eyes.
“You mean it? You really want to marry me?”
He nodded, not sure if he could speak for his breath caught in his throat.
“You’re going to regret this; you know that, don’t you? I’m not going to change and I’m certainly not going to give into you like this again.”
“Okay. I can live with that so long as you’re mine.” He waited for more and when she didn’t give him an answer, he had to ask. “Is that a yes?”
“I want you to give me more children. Soon. I want…I would like lots of babies with you. Are you okay with that?” He was nodding as he pulled the ring from the box. “And there will be no more ordering me about like I’m a simpleton. And I’m going to work for your brothers. They treat me with respect.”