Say Yes (Hush, Hush 2)

I'm standing in our bathroom wiping off my mascara when James rounds the corner. I freeze, holding my towel tighter to my chest as my gaze drags down the length of his body. I'm in my prime and want sex all the time, I can't not look. There's something about a silver fox in black sweats that makes me question why I ever once loved gray sweats on a man. Gray is for boys who like to play with their pecker and braid their pube hair. Black is for men who like to throw you to the bed and take you from behind, all while holding your hair and fucking you into oblivion.

Masculinity oozes from him as he strides toward me with a swagger that makes my heart race. I finish blotting away the smudge under my eyes and drop the cotton ball on the counter. Our gazes don't waver. I don't turn around to face him, but I hold my breath the closer he gets to me. Placing both hands on the counter to brace myself, James steps up right behind me as if this past weekend didn't happen. He moves my wet hair to one shoulder to press a few kisses to my neck and wraps both arms around my waist. The warmth of his body presses against my back and my eyes roll shut. I'm at home in his arms and never want to leave.

"Stop fighting me," he says against my throat. He gives me a little bite then kisses it. "Give in to me."

My lips twitch. He's persistent.

"Be my wife. Say yes."

"I've missed you, James," I whisper, feeling a little emotional.

"I'm right here, sweetheart, for you to have and to hold."

I chuckle and lean into him. I needed that little moment of humor. His breath strokes the curve of my neck, making goose bumps prickle my arms. I miss the feel of his lips on mine and need them. I hope he needs mine too.

I turn my face up to his and cup the back of his head. I pray he doesn't reject me as our eyes meet.

He towers over me, which isn't easy at my height. James stares down at me as I hold my breath, testing me to make a move. His eyes are shaded by thick black lashes that makes it so easy to get lost in. He laughs when I tell him he has bedroom eyes.

James leans in and I produce a little gasp right before his lips find mine. He doesn't hold back and I'm glad he doesn't. I need him to break this awkwardness between us because I'm not big enough to. Truth be told, I'm scared.

James plunges past my lips. My knees nearly buckle at the stroke of his tongue against mine. I moan into his mouth as I thread his hair through my fingers, giving him a firm tug. I press back just as hard with my lips to show him how much I fucking love him. We devour each other in a fiery kiss that leaves us both breathless when he abruptly breaks it.

James shakes his head and gives me a disappointed frown. "Just fucking marry me already."

Each time he brings it up, it hurts more.

He slips his hand through the opening of my gray towel and glides his palm along the deep sweep of my hip. His touch speaks confidence and it's something I learned I'm attracted to when I first met him. James is a man who knows what he wants, and he isn't afraid to show it.

I spin around and press my chest against his. James doesn't give me any room to breathe. His hands roam over my bare body, loosening the towel. He's stoking the desire I only have for him to a no-return zone. Going without James is like going without water.

I reach between us and palm his cock. My fingers wrap around his erection and I press my forehead to his shoulder looking for support. I dig my nails into his length and he jerks. His hips surge into my hand and my lips part with a not so surprised needy sigh. He's as hard as steel and it turns me on high. Desire wets my pussy and I clench my legs together.

I push the elastic waistband over his hips when James rips the towel off me. I give his ass cheek a good grab and yank him to me. There's a nice roundness that I like. James grabs my face as he lifts one of my thighs. He bends his knees to get down and angles the tip of his shaft at my entrance. He surges into me without hesitation and rises to his full height, forcing me to strain on my toes. I gasp loudly and clench my thighs, my toes curling in response. The pressure, the tightness, the pain and longing, the sensations are overloading my senses and taking over. My mind goes blank. All I can do is focus on us and the moment and what we're doing.

He spreads my thighs wider and dips again to get deeper, grinding up my clit when he stands. My body shakes in response and I can barely hold myself up. My pussy softens for him and leaks on his cock as I pulsate around him. He's going to make sure I don't forget who's inside of me.

The type of connection James and I have can’t be replicated.

I reach for the counter behind me. I'm already weak and my elbow bends. James places a palm on the small of my back then clutches the back of my neck with the other. He pulls out and pushes back in like he needs to be in me. His heavy sack slaps into my ass and he lets out the sexiest groan.

My nails dig into his skin. James is frantic, gripping harder, and I respond like I always do. He pulls me to him and lets out a deep sigh when he buries his face in my neck.

"Say yes…"

I clench my eyes shut and dig my teeth into my bottom lip until I taste blood. I want to say yes. And I think he knows I want to and it's why he keeps asking me.

"At least give me a reason," he begs. "No one is going to love you more than me. I can promise you I'll love you harder than anyone else until my very last breath."

I don't give him a reason. Not even after he makes sweet love to me for the next two hours, making up for what we lost the last few days.

I don’t finish, though. Not once. I can’t. I’m depriving myself because I feel guilty over my decision.

Fourteen

"You better not be fucking my dad!"

Grinning, I sit up higher at the sound of Natalie's voice and feel a spark of excitement burst through me. I’ve missed my bestie. She said she’d be here bright and early the day after we got home, but shit happens.