I feel ten feet fucking tall at those words.
32
Ivy
Lying stretched out on the bed in a pale blue shirt of Jarrod’s, I watch him in his dressing room as he pulls his clothes on. He’s so handsome and the navy blue trousers fit lovingly against his bottom. The pale blue shirt stretches across his strong shoulders that I’d clung to during the night.
As he starts to fasten his tie, he glances up and catches my eyes on him. His darken as I slowly move from the bed and pad across the room to stand in front of him. I knock his hands away and reaching up, I finish fastening the knot around his neck. His hands grip my hips and when I’m finished he moves me against him. My arms wrap around his shoulders, holding on tight.
He smells so good that I can’t resist nuzzling into the crook of his neck. One of his hands grips my bottom while the other moves up and tangles in the messy strands of my hair.
I feel his arousal against me and smile when I hear the low growl in the back of his throat before he turns and kisses the side of my face. “I don’t want to leave you.”
Kissing his neck, I reassure him, “I know you don’t want to leave me, but I’ll be fine here with the girls.” I move slightly away so that I can meet his gaze. “You have to go and do everything you can to stop these assholes.” I kiss the cleft of his chin. “I’m so proud of you.”
His smile widens and his eyes light up with delight at my words. “I can’t remember the last time someone told me that they were proud of me,” he says, bewildered.
“Well, my gorgeous boyfriend, get used to it.” I grin and laugh when his lips twitch.
“Boyfriend, huh?”
“Well, I’d prefer to call you my boyfriend than lover, even though they technically mean the same thing.” I giggle.
Jarrod smiles, but it slips as he grows nervous and tugs me toward the bed. He has me sit on the end and kneeling on the floor between my legs, he takes my hands into his trembling ones.
I grow nervous wondering what he’s going to say because he wants me sitting down. My breaths become shorter as panic starts to run through me, the worse case scenario is the only one I can think of.
“Marry me, Ivy,” he whispers, making me gasp, and then he grins. “I don’t want to be your boyfriend, I want to be your fiancée and then your husband. I’ve been in love with you from the moment you walked down the stairs with Gia and Parker the night of your high school prom. I had the shock of my life that night when I realized what you meant to me. I’ve fought those feelings for years, and now I’ve come to realize that they’re not going anywhere.” He kisses my fingers. “I’ve never asked another woman, Ivy?”
I frown. “Gia’s mother?”
He looks pained, but admits, “We’d broken up before I knew that she was pregnant. Although I moved her in with Colin and I as soon as I found out, but I never did ask her to marry me. I considered it, but I never loved her, and Colin talked me out of it. It wouldn’t have worked. I did everything to protect my unborn child though.”
“I’m right here with you because I want to be, because I’ve loved you for what feels like forever, so yes, I’ll marry you.” I grin through my tears of happiness and jumping forward, I wrap my arms around his neck, sending us both sprawling into the plush carpet. I giggle at Jarrod’s surprise and seal his lips with mine.
The minute our lips touch, I find that I can’t get enough of this man. His taste bursts on my tongue as I straddle his hips. He grabs my bottom and presses me down on the pulsing length of his erection, trapped behind his pants. I feel out of control as he deepens our kiss, my hips frantically moving on him.
Jarrod suddenly flips us both so that he’s now the one looming above me. His eyes blaze with heat and my heart beat quickens as he frantically opens his pants, letting his hugely swollen cock burst free. He grabs hold of himself and clenching his jaw he strokes, precum pooling on the tip.
“I’m going to come the minute you enter me,” I admit, already feeling on the edge of pure and utter completion.
“You won’t be alone… Get rid of the shirt.”
I quickly shimmy out of the shirt, letting it drop to the floor, and then he’s thrusting forward, growling when he goes deeper, seconds before his mouth claims a nipple. The sensation of him being inside of me, and surrounding me is too much, and the minute he slides out and glides back inside, I come. My body feels so much pleasure that I can’t breathe as my core pulsates and ripples around him so tightly.
Jarrod gasps for breath and then grunts into my ear as he fills me with his own pleasure. The mini thrusts make my toes curl and goose bumps rise all over my body.
The feel of his soft lips against my neck causes me to shiver and clench around his shaft. Another burst of warm semen pours into me as he groans, breathing heavily against the curve of my neck.
“Jesus!” He pants. “You’d think at my age I’d have some control over my body,” Jarrod grumbles and then laughs. “Never thought I’d have the restraint of a horny teenager, or lack there of.”
I chuckle, my fingers running through his dark hair. “I was right there with you.” I bring him forward and kiss his sweet lips. “You’re going to be all crumpled.” I try to smooth out his creased shirt, running my hands over his broad shoulders.
“You can get me crumpled any time.” He kisses me on the nose before slowly pulling out. Smirking, he adds, “I’ve made a mes
s of you.”
I give him a throaty laugh while I stretch with my hands above my head.