The orgasm starts at my toes and spreads like electricity throughout my veins until there’s no part of me she has not touched. I am hers, heart and soul, body and mind. From here on, she owns me. My body knows what she can deliver, and it will forever lust after her.
Even when I come out of my lust-induced fugue to lie sweaty and breathless next to her, I’m still fucking blissed out. I tuck her close to me, whispering how beautiful she is, how sexy she felt, how I want her again already.
“You promise?” she murmurs sleepily. “Never to let go? Never to allow me to leave?”
I tighten my hold on her and kiss the crown of her head. “Yes. Cross my heart and promise to kill myself in the most gruesome way if I do let go of your hand.”
“I’ve had so many losses already, Warren. I can’t open myself up for more hurt.”
My heart clenches at her words and the hurt in her voice. “No more losses for you, sweetheart. Only gains. Me, this house, and a football team worth of kids.”
“I don’t want a football team worth of kids. I think I only want three.”
“Three then.”
“Or four.”
“Four is fine.”
“Maybe five.”
“Whatever you want.” I cannot be more honest. I live to make her happy. Nothing less than her complete satisfaction will ever fulfill me. I didn’t know life could be like this, but I don’t want it any other way.
Chapter Nineteen
Leila
Warren reaches over, putting his hand on my leg. His fingers brush against the inside of my thigh. I’m wearing a ridiculously overpriced Dolce & Gabbana sundress. It’s beautiful and feels amazing against my skin, but the giant price tag almost gave me a heart attack. I tried to fight Warren on buying me clothes.
Ultimately he’d gotten me to cave with a compromise. All it took was him telling me that he wanted me to get lots of dresses so if I needed a reminder of who I belonged to, he could quickly redden my ass. He tricked me, knowing I could never resist that temptation.
As crazy as it might sound, I found that I really loved trying on all the clothes he picked out for me. As well as his approval each time I stepped out of the dressing room. Him doting on me and taking care of most of my needs has soothed something inside of me. The man shouldn't be doing anything for me, but somehow, he’s in love with me. For now at least. I still worry I might be too much for him to handle.
“Sweetheart.” He gives my thigh a squeeze. I sit up straighter, taking my head off his shoulder.
“What?”
“Get out of your own head.” I bite the inside of my cheek.
Warren might not have been on to me when we first met, but now I can’t seem to get anything past him. That man reads me like a freaking book, and we’ve only known each other a short time. He said love can make you blind to things. He always says the right things to make me feel better.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” I want to say nothing, but I made a vow to myself I’d never lie to Warren again. “Fine.” He grabs me, pulling me into his lap so I’m straddling him. I can hear the divider going up inside the car to give us privacy.
“Tell me.” He rubs his thumb across my face trying to reassure me.
“I’m worried I might be too much. I’m so clingy.” Warren hasn't really gone back to the office lately. We’ve had to stop in a few times, and I went with him. I go everywhere with him. When he’s not near me I start to freak out.
He lets out a deep chuckle. “I thought it was me who was being clingy by dragging you everywhere with me. I don’t like having you out of my sight.”
I swallow. “Do you take me everywhere with you because you’re afraid I might do something?”
“No, sweetheart. You can do whatever the hell you want. I don’t care. I want you close for my own selfish needs. You really can’t understand how much I need you. Give it time and you’ll see.” My eyes burn with tears. He picks up my hand, kissing the giant ring on my finger. He’d slipped it on me that first night after everything went down. I was shocked to learn he’d been holding on to it for a few days already. Between that and him never using protection when we make love should tell me all I need to know.
“I love you so much. It’s scary.” His whole body goes hard under me. It’s the first time I’ve said those words back to him. He’s said them a thousand times to me.