It takes a long time for the two of us to catch our breath, but when I finally come back down to earth I feel her kissing me on my chest.
“You’re mine forever now,” I say softly to her, holding her face with both of my hands and kissing her.
She bites her bottom lip and I smile at her, then thrust into her. Her mouth opens and she gasps as I move just as hard and thick as before.
“Again?” She sounds surprised and happy all at once.
“I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Fourteen
Brooklyn
“You look beautiful.”
Dash grabs my hair and pushes it off my shoulder and out of his way to kiss my neck. His arm wraps around my middle as he pulls me into him while his other hand rests on my stomach.
This weekend has been everything I could have wished for. It actually sucks that we’re going to have to spend some of it at my family reunion. I wanted to shove dating someone in my sister’s face, but now I only want to lie in bed with Dash all day.
“Maybe we should stay here?” I turn in his arms as my hands rest on his broad shoulders.
“You got to meet my mom. I think it’s only fair I get to meet your dad.” I let out a long sigh. “We don’t have to stay long.”
“Fine. We’ll go.” He gives my ass a squeeze and then a quick kiss. “Can we drop by my place after? I want to grab some more stuff.” I want to be able to go to work from here in the morning and I need my things.
“Should I send a moving truck?” I bite my bottom lip, loving the sound of that, but it’s too soon. Right?
“I’ll need to talk to Blair.”
“Is that the only reason you’re not agreeing?”
“I think we slid right past moving in together when we had all the unprotected sex,” I laugh. For all I know I could be pregnant right now.
“You know I’m all in when it comes to you.”
I love how sure he is about us. There are no games or anything. He saw me and wanted me and it’s something I love about him. That’s a word we haven’t used, even though we are talking babies and moving in.
“I don’t want a moving truck showing up at my apartment without talking to Blair first. She’s been so good to me, and the girls are like family.”
“I get that.” He gives me another kiss before releasing me. “I’ll tell the driver we’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“Sounds good.” I grab my purse and dig out my lip gloss.
I might not want to go, but since I have to I’m going to look my best. Dash doesn’t have to try with his slacks and a polo. His hair is a little messy from me running my fingers through it—a habit I’ve picked up whenever we’re close.
I exit Dash’s bedroom and then meet him at the front door. He’s there waiting for me with his hand out to take mine. We make our way downstairs and to the waiting car.
“You know when you move in you can decorate it any way you want.” He opens the car door for me and gives the driver my father’s address.
“Dash, you don’t have to try and win me over in this. I want to move in.”
“I just want you to feel at home and that it’s your place too.” Gah. This man is so freaking sweet.
“I think you’ll be keeping me too busy to worry about decorating,” I tease him.
He pulls me in for a long kiss and it has me forgetting for a moment where we’re going. That’s until I start to climb on him and I feel the car stop outside my childhood home.
“You grew up here?”
I nod. It’s a beautiful home, but not my taste. My family isn’t as wealthy as Dash’s, but my dad isn’t far behind. “What does your father do?”
“Investment banking. He’s a workaholic.”
I don’t think he saw the way his wife and Charlotte treated me. He was too busy working long hours and his job was always his first love. He did his part by having someone to watch over me. The few times I did tell him about something Charlotte did when I was little, he brushed it off as normal sibling rivalry. After a while I stopped telling him. It hurt when he never noticed or acknowledged it, but it hurt less to say nothing.
Dash exits the car and holds out his hand for me. Cars already line the driveway and I realize it’s going to be a full house.
“In and out, right?” I look up at him and he nods.
“If that is what you want. But it’s going to be fine.”
He leans down and places a kiss on the top of my head and I relax knowing he’s close. We make our way up the long sidewalk and the front door swings open before we reach it. Charlotte stands there looking every bit a Stepford wife. I swear each year she not only looks more like her mother but her hair gets blonder too.