He looked away and swallowed, his Adam’s apple visibly moving up and down. “Yeah, I know you deserve that.”
“So be that guy, Hak-kan. Be that guy who holds my hand, holds on to me—even when things get scary. If you had let me talk the day you called, I would have told you that my dad gave me the final decision. He wants to keep Glendaver in the family, and he wants us to be married before the final paperwork goes through.”
“He wants us to get married?” Hak-kan repeated. He regarded me with an unreadable expression. “Would you be willing to do that? To take it that far with me?”
His face remained neutral, but it felt like the air was pulsing around us in anticipation of my answer.
“I don’t know,” I answered.
Okay, that was a lie. I knew.
While we’d been together, he’d made me laugh, communicate, feel sexy and cherished. I’d love that. I’d loved that so much. Instead of lingering at the clinic as I usually did, I couldn’t get back to his place fast enough. I’d been living on a cloud.
But that was before Christmas.
And just yesterday, I was walking around in misery because he’d ghosted me without any real explanation.
I knew what my heart was telling me, why it had led me to his grandma’s door. But I was a doctor. A woman of science. I could only follow unproven feelings so far.
So instead of telling him yes, I was all in, I asked, “When do you think the paperwork will be ready?”
“At this rate? May… June at the latest.”
“Okay, that’s a few months from now, and I don’t know how any of this will turn out. But I like you. A lot. And I want to find out….”
I took his huge mitt in my hand. “So let’s do this until I have to make a final decision. Let’s both be brave and try to make this work.”
“Be brave,” he repeated, hunger and a very uncharacteristic hesitation warred inside his shark eyes.
And I knew which emotion I wanted to win.
“Yes, brave.” I placed his hand on my breast. “Can you do that? Can you be brave with me?”
He shuddered. Then he pulled me into his lap with what appeared to be little to no exertion, and he…
He kissed me in a way that was both reverent and afraid.
There he went again, making me feel like the most powerful woman on earth. I shuddered myself as he slowly reclaimed my mouth.
But it had been too long. I didn’t want to be worshiped like a goddess.
“More,” I murmured against his lips. “I want more.”
He pulled back, shook his head. “This is my childhood bedroom. My whole family’s downstairs.”
Propriety—my kryptonite. The one sure thing that would get me to back down in most situations.
But he’d done too good of a job, chipping away at all my edges until I emerged an entitled goddess.
I jerked my chin back and asked him in a voice that was almost as tough as his, “You think I won’t fuck you in your childhood bedroom with your family downstairs?”
Before he could answer that, I climbed out of his lap and kneeled on the floor between his legs.
One kiss. We’d only shared one kiss of reunion. But apparently, that had been enough to get him excited. There was now a very distinct bulge underneath the zipper of his suit pants.
“What are you doing?” Hak-kan asked above me, his voice rough and a little choked.
In answer, I unzipped his trousers and pulled him out. I found his cock rigid and pulsing and already dripping pre-cum from its broad head.
The sight was so lewd, so counter to the gentle and thoughtful conversation we’d been having just a few moments ago. But every feminine part of me tingled in anticipation.
I was such a good girl, so polite and southern.
But this time, there were no shy looks or asking for permission.
I swallowed him down, and that was it. No more arguing with me. No more cajoling or questions.
He just threw back his head with a harsh, drawn out, “Fuck!”
I smiled around his dick, loving the powerful feeling in my chest as I worked my head up and down his thick shaft. As hard as the last few sexless weeks had been without him, I didn’t care about my own needs. All I wanted was his pleasure in my mouth. And I happily sucked on him, determined to get it.
But before I could, he pulled me off his cock.
“No, no,” he said, his voice a rusty bone saw above my head. “It’s been too long. All I want is you on this dick. C’mon, beautiful, get up here.”
I didn’t move quickly enough to obey his command. He hauled me up his body until I crashed into his mouth.
He kissed me wild and rough as he slipped on a condom. Then he did one of those “you weigh nothing” lifts. And he was so hard.…so hard. He didn’t even have to line me up to seat me on top of his dick.