Surviving (Surrender 2)

“What?!” I snap out of my ecstasy filled haze and stare at him.

“I think I was clear. Move. In. With. Me.” He deliberately adjusts his angle, so the apa hits me in the right place.

I groan and lean back against the wall. He sucks each nipple until they’re throbbing. My body begs for release.

“Please Declan, let’s talk about this later. I need to you to move faster. I’m dying here.”

“No, Sparkle, there’s only one answer and it is yes. Say yes.” He swirls his hips against mine going even deeper.

My stomach curls as my orgasm builds. He must feel it because moves back and almost pulls all the way out. “Declan!” I scream in frustration.

“I’ll give you what you want when you answer me. I need to hear you say it.”

I don’t say anything but squirm against him trying to get him to move.

“Okay, I see you’re going to be stubborn so I’ll give you another option.”

I grunt in frustration and try to cross my arms, but he pushes his body flush against mine. Kissing a path up my collarbone, he stops at my ear, “Marry me.”

My heart speeds in my chest, and when he looks at me my eyes fill with tears. His stare is serious and demanding. I can’t speak, so I nod my head rapidly.

“I need to hear you say it.” He says again

“Yes, God yes.” The tears that spill over coat my cheeks.

He starts gliding back and forth and squeezes my waist. Kissing me passionately he speeds up and my body reacts. I tighten around him and scream through my release. He joins me and hugs me tight.

He moves us around and sets me on my feet but doesn’t let go of me. In my head, I am trying to figure out what just happened. He smiles wickedly at me and shuts off the water. Grabbing a towel, he dries me before wrapping it around his waist. His body is still soaking wet, and he runs his hands through his hair. I lick my lips at the sight.

“Baby, come here.” He holds out his arms to me. But I don’t move.

“Um, I think I’m still confused about what happened. Was that a proposal fuck?”

He laughs at me–laughs! “No, babe, I proposed eight months ago. That was a confirmation your answer is still yes.”

“You don’t have to be so smug!”

“I’m not smug, I’m satisfied. I thought you were, too, but it looks like I need to get back to work.”

“Declan Collins, don’t you dare come near me right now.” I hold my arms out to stop him. “Did you even mean it when you asked me to move in with you?”

“Of course I did, but I figured you would act the way you did, so I used it as a segue into getting you to say yes again.”

Bastard!

“That was a shitty thing to do. Wasn’t very romantic at all.”

“You want romance?”

Humpt! I don’t answer and leave the bathroom in search of pajamas. He stalks towards me, but I run away and end up back in the bathroom.

“Fine, be mad. But will you please check my jeans pockets? I think I lost my phone.”

I roll my eyes at him as he pulls on a pair of athletic shorts. But I don’t want his phone to be lost, so I reluctantly pick up his jeans from the floor and start going through the pockets. I find a torn sheet of paper and my fingertips hit something cold. I bring it out and gasp.

“Open the note.” He says to me.

When I read it, I look back at him with wide eyes.