I lick my lips and look into her bright blue eyes. “When we get close we get lost in each other. I don’t want others seeing you like that. You belong to me.”
“I’m yours?” she asks, looking up through her lashes at me.
“Yes, you’re mine.” One of my hands goes to her chin and she leans into my touch. My other goes to her thigh, sliding it under her dress. Her soft skin against my fingers has me fighting back a groan. She wiggles in my lap as her mouth falls open and she stares up at me.
She licks her lips and my control snaps. Seeing her pink, wet tongue and thinking about all the places I want it is too fucking much. I slide my hand from her chin to the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. She gasps as my mouth molds against hers. Her lips are soft like rose petals, and the first taste of her is like a kick in the stomach. I tangle a hand in her hair as I devour every inch of her. I can’t get enough of her as I try to breathe her in.
She kisses me back just as hungrily, moaning as she does. The sounds of her excitement have me on edge and I can feel beads of cum leak from my cock. Her kiss is untrained and something about the innocence of that fuels my need even more. She’s not used to a man’s touch, and I’m going to be the one to break her in.
When we finally pull back we are both out of breath. Her lips are swollen and puffy and it’s the most perfect sight I’ve even seen in my life.
“I’ve never done this before,” she blurts out.
I lean in and give her a soft kiss. Then I kiss the corner of her mouth on both sides. This time it’s gentle and slow. I want to show her that I can be what she needs. That she doesn’t have to worry and that I’ll take care of her.
“It doesn’t matter,” I tell her.
She raises her hand to my face, and I turn and place a kiss in her palm.
“Don’t break my heart,” she says and I hear the plea in her words.
“Never,” I reply instantly. Then I kiss her again.
It’s so slow, but I want her to take control of the kiss. To explore what she likes, and to take everything in. When we pull back this time, I see a dreamy look in her eyes. It warms the space in my chest that she owns, and I don’t want this moment to end. The moment of promise and all good things ahead is what I want forever.
A knock on the window lets me know we have arrived.
“We’re here,” I say, and I slide her off my lap and make sure her dress is covering her before I open the car door and get out. I extend my hand and help her exit the car. Once she’s out, I pull her to my side, wrapping my arms around her. I’m making it clear she belongs to me as we move through the lobby of the building and into the elevator. I slide my key into the elevator slot and hit the button for the penthouse.
I hold her close as we ascend, and when the elevator opens I pull her into my home. When the doors close behind us, a slow smile spreads across my face. Tension I didn’t know I’d been holding leaves my body and the moment has finally come.
She’s mine now.
Chapter Seven
Beau
“This is your home?” she asks with wide eyes.
I want to tell her that it’s hers now, too, but I don’t think she’s ready to hear that truth bomb. I want the whole pie when it comes to my sunshine, but I have to be careful not to scare her off. Does it make me a terrible man that I’m going to do my best to trap her so she can never leave me? Probably. Do I care? No.
Dove walks over to the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out onto the city. The lights are off in the living room and the glow from outside silhouettes the shape of her body. The sun is setting and bursts of orange and pink splash across her skin. I stare at her while every bone in my body aches for her. I don’t move, because I want this image burned into my brain.
“It’s so beautiful,” she says, staring out as she places her hand on the glass.
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I answer, not taking my eyes off of her.
She looks over her shoulder and back at me, and for a moment time stops and I see it all so clearly. Dove walking down the aisle to me, then her belly round with our child, family vacations, Christmases, birthdays, all of it. It hits me like a train and any other man would turn and run from the power of it all. But not me. Not with my sunshine. Instead of the life scaring me away, it pulls me in closer.