Charming as Puck(93)

“Yes,” I gasp.

He pauses, our faces nose-to-nose, and his eyes light up. “Yes?” he whispers.

“I want to marry you.”

“Christmas,” he declares, and we’re moving again. “Or Thanksgiving. I can’t wait until Christmas. Fuck, let’s do it tomorrow.”

I’m laughing and peppering his face with kisses and when he turns another corner, I’m expecting to see a bedroom, but instead, we start rising again.

The stairs squeak, and the air is getting cooler. We emerge at the top of the stairwell, Nick turns, and I gasp.

The entire top floor is a bedroom with dormers and vaulted ceilings, except for the turret room in the corner. “Is that a hot tub?” I whisper.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” he replies.

“Your bedroom has a hot tub in the turret.”

“Our bedroom. And we can change anything. I’ll paint it. Toss the furniture.”

“I love the furniture!” In addition to the four-poster king-size bed topped with a buttery yellow comforter, the solid clawfoot dresser and chest of drawers, and the matching nightstands, two wingback chairs are positioned at the far dormer with an adorable tea table between them and a crystal lamp atop it. “It’s all so—so—”

Perfect.

But I can’t talk because I’m kissing him again.

He turns another corner, and I realize we’re in a bathroom.

With a huge walk-in shower.

Nick sets me down and reaches in to flip the water on.

“Yes, please.” I’m already tearing my clothes off before moving to help him with his. And somehow I get tangled up in his body with kissing and stroking and squeezing until the room starts to fog up, and he guides me into the shower.

“I love you,” he tells my cheek. My shoulder. My breasts. My belly.

“Nick,” I whisper as his kisses dip lower and the hot water streams around us.

“I love you,” he says against my pussy, and then he’s between my legs, his tongue teasing me oh so perfectly while I grip his shoulders and lean against the cool tile wall for support. “Love you so much.”

He sucks my clit between his teeth and slips two fingers inside me, and my orgasm bursts out of me without warning.

My thighs tremble, my knees buckle, and he licks his way back up my body while the aftershocks roll through me. “Every day,” he murmurs. “I’m going to making you happy every single day.”

“You already do.” My arms are overcooked spaghetti, but I fling them around his shoulders, and I smile back when his eyes crinkle in that huge smile for me.

“Trouble moving?” he asks.

“I have that problem a lot when you’re naked.”

He’s grinning bigger. “I can make it better,” he tells me while he angles between my thighs, which he might be holding, because I’m in serious danger of just sliding right down the wall. “I might make it worse first though.”

Considering the hot steel pipe poking my belly, yeah, he definitely might.

In the best way.

“You should definitely make it worse,” I tell him. “Way, way worse. Until I have to call in to work tomorrow with a terrible case of jelly body.”

“Jell-O body sounds like something I’d need to treat with full body massages and warm chocolate chip cookies.” He’s lifting me, lining us until the ridge of his thick erection is nestled between my legs.

I skim my fingers over the short hairs at the base of his hairline, and he leans in to kiss me.

It’s a slow, easy, thorough kiss, accompanied by him reaching for the shower gel and rubbing it all over my thighs, my breasts, my arms, and under my legs, his kiss and his touch leaving me breathless with molten sugar spinning through my veins and a desperate need to have him inside me.

“Want you,” I gasp.

“Protection?” he asks.

“No, I want you.”

“Thank fuck.” In one swift motion, he fills me completely, and oh my god, I’m home.

Home.

With Nick.

Loved.

Adored.

Worshipped.

I pull his mouth back to mine while he rocks into me, igniting my already overstimulated flesh, drawing me higher and tighter and hotter with every thrust, driving deeper and deeper with the cold wall behind me and the hot water streaming over us, our bodies gliding together with bubbles between us until he’s driving me over the edge again, and I’m falling in a waterfall with this god of the rain holding me and crying my name as he releases inside me.

I clench my legs tight around him, because I never want to let go, and I want to hold every bit of him inside me forever.

“I love you,” I gasp into his kiss, and I realize my tears are mixing with the mist on my face, because I can’t physically contain all of my joy. “I love you.”

We stay in the shower, kissing, whispering, making promises, until the water runs cold, and then he wraps me in a thick towel and insists on carrying me to bed.

But the bed’s already occupied.

“Oh my god,” I whisper.

The little black kitten meows indignantly when Nick sets me beside her—him?—on the velvety soft comforter.

“Kami, meet Jennifur Purrphy. Yes, with a fur and a purr. Jen, say hi to Kami.”