Trusting You (Second Chances #2)(69)
I tried desperately to get his pants unbuttoned, but the bulge straining against the zipper made it difficult; I huffed impatiently. Once the button came undone I carefully freed him and wrapped my hand around the thickness of his cock, stroking him long and hard. He jerked in my hand and moaned above me.
“Damn, I love your hands and the way you touch me. Your grip is so tight, just the way your sex is when I make love to you.”
My eyes rolled in the back of my head as his tongue licked my aching nipples and his fingers slowly delved into my underwear and grazed over my clit. He tested my wetness and I knew he was satisfied by the growl rumbling in his chest.
“I see you’re ready for me, baby.”
“Always,” I replied softly.
With hooded eyes, I gazed over his hard, muscled body with satisfaction. His arms flexed as my eyes trailed over them, and then I couldn’t help but lower my stare to the one part of his body that instantly made my core slick and throb with the need to be touched.
Once my pants were gone, Brett slowly lowered himself on top of me and entered me as deep as he could go. My sex instantly clenched tight and he stopped momentarily to take a deep breath. “Why do you always make it hard on me?” he teased.
“I can’t help it. It feels too good when you’re inside me.”
Taking my face in his hands, he kept his gaze on me the entire time we made love. He kissed me over and over again, while riding me slow and rocking his hips against my tender spot. I could tell he was getting close to the edge, but he always kept it off until I was on the verge of mine. It was one of the things I loved about him when it came to making love. He always put my needs first above his own.
His thrusts grew deeper and he pounded harder while holding my face in between his hands, watching me as I screamed out my orgasm. Growling, he bit my lip and sucked it as he came inside me, all hot and thick. Breathing hard, he kissed my lips and slowly lifted up on his elbows, still hard and pulsating inside me. It always drove me crazy when he would stay inside me without pulling out; it made the tremors from the orgasm vibrate more violently and I loved it.
“We need to talk about something,” he began, gazing down at me seriously. “It’s something important.”
“What is it?” I asked, furrowing my brow. “Is something wrong?”
He smiled and shook his head. “No baby, everything’s right. I wanted to talk to you about our future. I want to know what you want out of life and what you want to do. You quit your job as a teacher, and now you’re free to do what you want, anywhere you want. In your heart, where do you feel like you belong?”
Lifting my hand, I caressed his cheek. “I belong with you, Brett. Wherever you are is where I belong.”
“Do you mean that?” he asked, searching my gaze for the truth.
I smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips. “With all my heart.”
Biting his lip, he grinned mischievously at me. “Well, with that being said I need you to do something for me.”
“Is it my turn to make love to you this time or something?” I asked teasingly, moving my hips against his still hard cock in between my legs.
He chuckled and shook his head, pointing to a specific spot on our Christmas tree. “No, but I do want you to look over at the tree.”
Breaking away from his gaze, I glanced in the direction he was pointing. I searched for a clue but found nothing. “What am I supposed to be looking at exactly? I see ornaments, Brett.”
“Look closer,” he demanded warmly.
“Look closer,” I repeated his words out loud. “Okay, I’m looking closer.”
The presents underneath were the same, they were all from me to him so nothing odd was going on there. He was staring at the tree so I tried my best to look at the exact spot he was looking at. Slowly, I searched each branch and each ornament until something sparkled and immediately caught my attention. My favorite ornament was a crystal ballerina that always glittered against the twinkling lights of the tree. I could stare at it for hours if time allowed it. It was my most precious ornament as a little girl and my mom made sure to give it to me when I moved out. But it wasn’t just the ornament I was staring at … it was the shiny, emerald cut diamond ring that glistened on the arm of my crystal ballerina.
I gasped and covered a hand over my mouth. “Brett, is that what I think it is?” I asked, completely in a state of shock.
He chuckled and fetched the platinum band off the ornament. Taking my shaky hand, he slipped it down my finger and released a nervous breath. “Yes, it’s what you think it is,” he said, gazing into my tear-filled eyes with such longing. “When you say you belong wherever I am well that’s the way I feel about you. Wherever you go I will follow. I love you more than life itself, more than the breath I take in every day. You are my forever, Melissa, and it doesn’t have to be right now or next year. Hell, we can wait five years if that’s what you want, but know this … I want to be with you until my heart stops beating and I take that last and final breath. I want to take care of you and watch your belly swell with the children we make with our love. You are and will always be the fire that burns in my soul that keeps me going. You are the reason I live, Melissa.”
Eyes glistening, he leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “I want you to be my wife, firecracker. I want to hear you say you’ll love me for the rest of your life just as I will love you for mine.”