She shook her head. "You're a self-made man, which turns me on. I told you my silly fantasy of going to a strip club and you whisked me away like we were in a fairy tale. You took me to a strip club not because you wanted a hook up with the dancers, but because you wanted to make me happy. You wanted to give me what I wanted. That makes me feel so loved, Boone.”
“Is that your way of saying yes, you'll marry me?” I asked her.
Tears filled her eyes and she nodded her head. “You make me feel like anything is possible. And after my life, after the things I've been through, I just…”
"I know," I said. We've talked about her past. She'd been in some hard places before, around some bad people who didn't treat her right. Before Imet her at that bar, she felt like her whole life was gonna be a rainstorm, even though she was aching for the clouds to part, the sun to shine. And I'm not saying an asshole like me is a little ray of sunshine, but hell, I've made it my job every day since we've been together to make her life brighter, better.
“I'll marry you,” she'd said. “I don't feel like I deserve you, but—–”
“Shush. Don't talk like that. You deserve it all, all the love in the world. And more,” I told her then.
And now as I fuck her hard, spread eagle in our bedroom, I feel like I'm more than lucky. She is my ray of sunshine, this dirty little brat in my bed.
She expresses her desires, her sexuality, and what feels good and what feels great. Being with her feels right. Fucking her hard feels more than right. It is perfect.
“What are you thinking?” she whispers as I pound deep inside her cunt, making her pay for her naughty words earlier.
“I'm thinking how much I love you. Need you.”
Her tits bounce as I fuck her. “I'd wrap my arms around you ff i I could,” she says, “but you've tied me all up.”
She gasps as I ride her nice and deep. “Oh God,” she moans. “Oh God, I'm gonna, I'm gonna come.”
“Yeah, you are,” I say. “Come for me, baby. Come for me. Nice and hard.”
And she does. She moans with her back arching, and I fill her up with my seed, making a promise, a vow, just like I did when I proposed, like I did again on our wedding day.
I will love her forever. I will love her the way she deserves.
7
BREE
He unties me one silk at a time until I'm released.
I let out a long exhale, full of pleasure, utterly satisfied.
Just as he's leaning over to kiss me, my stomach growls loudly. I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my hands over my face.
Boone chuckles. “Uh, sounds like you are literally being punished for ruining dinner.”
I lower my hands, cringing. “Well, I can make it up to you and I'm not talking about more sex. I'm talking about food. I think we both worked up a proper appetite.”
Boone walks over to the en suite bathroom, reaching for our robes. He hands me my big fluffy white one before pulling on his gray terrycloth. "Did you want me to order some pizza or Thai food?"
I shake my head. "No," I say, hopping out of the bed and tying the bathrobe around my waist. I walk over to him, standing on my tippy toes, and kiss his nose. I may be a little brat, but I'm smart.
Grinning as I walk out of the bedroom toward the kitchen, I wash my hands then set the oven to preheat. Then I pull out the second dish of macaroni and cheese—–homemade just for my man.
His eyes widen as he sees my hips jut out, closing the refrigerator door, casserole dish in hand. “You are a tease. You had another dish ready to go all that time?”
I nod. “I know, I'm so bad, but it was too much fun.”
He chuckles as he reaches for a bottle of wine on the counter. "Would you like a glass while that warms up?"
“That sounds perfect,” I say as I slide the macaroni and cheese into the oven.
Boone offers me a glass of dark red wine. He brushes his glass with mine. "A toast,'' he says, "to ruining dinner and working up an appetite.”
I take a sip of the wine before setting it down. I may be hungry, but I can't stand not being wrapped up in Boone's arms. He knows what I need and he sets down his glass to hold me tight.
I press my cheek to his chest. He leans against the kitchen counter, not letting go.
It's moments like this, the stillness, the quiet, where our love beats from his heart to mine, that I savor just as much as the ones I savor in the bedroom.