“We’ve not had sex.”
He laughed. “You’re the first woman to think about sex before marriage.” He pressed his head against hers.
“Yes.”
“What?”
“I’ll marry you. First, you’ve got to have sex with me.”
Kurt smiled down into her blue eyes. “You’re a crazy woman, you know that, right?”
“Completely crazy, and I’m saying yes. I’m saying yes to you. Wow, I’m saying yes to marrying Kurt Michaels. Do you know how weird that—”
Kurt silenced her with a kiss. Claiming her lips, he slid his tongue into her mouth, moaning as she melted against him. He sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her against him. Running his hands down her back, he grabbed her ass, tugging her against him. He was so damn hot for her. “You’re going to be my wife.”
“I’m going to be your wife. Elsa’s going to be so excited,” she said. “I’m getting married.”
“You certainly are. Damn, we’re going to be husband and wife. Seems totally surreal,” he said.
“Surreal? You asked me to marry you. I was happy with us being together.”
He pushed her hair off her shoulders. “We’re going to have to tell the parents.”
“Ugh, do we have to? We could get married in secret, come back, and ta-da, we’re married.”
“I doubt your father will be happy with me. I’m not sure he even likes me now.” Kurt leaned down and lifted her up. “Now, you want to be made love to, and that’s not going to happen on the couch.”
“You’re carrying me to our bedroom?”
“Haven’t you noticed I’ve been moving you in?” he asked.
“I’ve noticed a lot of things actually. Would you like me to tell them to you?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Kurt carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
“I would.” He’d been wondering if she’d noticed the world that he’d created for the two of them.
“The house, it’s fit for a family. Is that for our family?”
“Yes.”
“The two studios, you made them for me?”
“Yes.”
“You can’t cook, and yet the kitchen is fit for a queen. Did you make that for me?”
“Of course. Everything in this house, Kim, it was made for you.” Every time he’d thought of just turning it into a bachelor pad, he’d changed his mind, and turned it into a home. Kurt hadn’t wanted to be a bachelor for a long time.
Kim was the only woman he wanted.
Entering their bedroom, he put her down on her feet and moved toward the wardrobe, opening the doors. While she’d been busy, he’d been moving her stuff to rest beside his. “I’ve wanted you for a long time. In high school, it wasn’t about fucking you. I liked being around you, Kim.”
He turned toward her, stepping up close, cupping her cheeks. Kurt hadn’t been running from his feelings. All this time, he’d simply been waiting for her.
“You really want to marry me?”
“Yes,” he said. “The question is, do you want to marry me?”
“You’re not my bully anymore.” She touched his chest, running her hands up to cup his face. “I can’t believe we’re here, at this moment. Of course I want to marry you.”
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her close, taking her lips. Every time she kissed him, Kurt felt on fire. He’d never known feelings like it, and he didn’t want it to stop.
“We’ve got to tell our parents.”
“We will.”
“And Noah and Elsa,” she said.
She spoke in between his kisses. “We’re going to do all of that.” He ran his fingers underneath the strap of her vest stop. “First, I’m going to make love to you. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
“You talk dirty, Mr. Michaels.”
“Kim, babe, I’ve got ten years of fantasies to make up for.”
“For ten years you’ve thought about me?”
“Every single day. Not a moment went by that I wasn’t thinking about you.” He teased her shirt down her arms, watching her breasts as they fell out.
“They’re big,” she said, complaining.
“They’re perfect, and they’re all mine.”
The vest rested at her waist; he was reaching up, and cupping her large breasts. They were so firm and full. The nipples were large, deep red, and his mouth watered for a taste. He loved watching her walk toward him, or even better, run. During high school, he’d loved when it was gym, and there was running while he practiced. There were a lot of times he found himself watching her, wondering what she’d look like naked. Now he knew.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“How many times I used to watch you, and wonder about these moments. You used to drive me fucking crazy with needing you.”
“We were two different people back then.”
“No more, we’re not. We’re one.” He ran his thumbs across the tips of her nipples, watching as her eyes dilated. She arched her back, trying to get closer to him. “You have no idea how much I’ve waited for this moment.”