Maybe Later(79)

He pulls out a condom from his nightstand and puts it on before centering himself between my legs.

His eyes glimmer with intensity looking as if he’s ready to take the most significant step of his life and surrender everything. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes, please,” I say, afraid he’ll disappear, and I’ll wake up. My breathing changes with the anticipation of his touch.

His cock rests on my seam. Our eyes connect, and I don’t move as his hips begin to grind and his length rubs against my opening. The head of his cock slipping inside me, inch by inch. My body adjusts to his thickness, accommodating his girth.

“God,” he says once he’s buried all the way inside me and I feel as he breaks me into a million pieces.

He kisses the corner of my mouth then takes it all in. Drinking me as if I was a glass of water and he’s been walking through the desert. He puts every broken piece of my heart back but differently. I feel more like myself than I’ve felt in years. I’m burning for him, as his hand continues touching me. He knows exactly what I need, how to love me, and how to fuck me.

Molten heat builds inside me. I’m again at the brink of another orgasm. He’s holding his breath, tensing. His mouth releases mine, those dark eyes looking at me with adoration. His thumb slips between my swollen lips, and he rubs my clit. I cry out as my body begins to tremble. My pussy clenching around him as we both shatter.

We cling onto each other for a long moment, our mouths locked just like our bodies.

Every emotion swirling inside me finally settles as my body stops trembling. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. He just became my air. Our kiss slows down he moves. He’s so gentle.

“I love you,” I say as we break the kiss.

“I adore you, Em,” he says quietly, nuzzling my nose. “You’re my entire world, never leave this bed again.”





Epilogue





Jack


One year later …



Saturday, September 23rd, 6:59 p.m.



Emmeline isn’t predictable, but she likes to follow a schedule when she travels. I had to get used to it. She usually has plans, and I have to use a trick or two to rearrange them. A week in New York with her always feels like a day. There’s so much to do and not enough time. Tonight, we’re supposed to eat at some fancy Japanese restaurant. It’s new, and she used her connections to get us a table.

She thinks she wants to go there when in reality, she would enjoy going to Hakubi a lot more. It’s one of the best, hidden, traditional Japanese restaurants in NYC.

“When do I get my special present?” she asks as we walk along Park Avenue toward Thirty-eighth.

“The food isn’t enough?”

“I gave up a reservation at the best restaurant in Manhattan, Jackson Spearman, because you offered a special present.”

When we arrive at the Kitano, where the restaurant is, she narrows her gaze and shakes her head.

The hostess nods as we arrive and when I give her my last name, she tilts her head for us to follow her.

“Do you know her?”

“Shh, you’re spoiling the surprise,” I say in a low voice.

As we arrive in the private room, Em gasps. The area has a small table at the center with pillows around it for us to sit. Tea lights and cherry blossoms adorn the room.

“This is beautiful,” she says.

She takes in the entire space and stops when she sees me on one knee.

“Jack,” she says and brings her hand to her mouth.

“I love you, Emmeline. We’re not a fairy tale or part of a fantasy. We’re a reality. A love story that we write every day. Our story built slowly, in two different worlds, with two different hearts, fusing into just one big love. Our story is rare, imperfect, and unexplainable at times. We can’t control it. It’s filled with love and magic, which are inexplicable. It’s confusing, complicated and messy but beautiful. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side, getting to know everything about you. Life can’t get better than this. Having a woman who challenges me, sends me naughty texts, helps me with my company and allows me to be her companion. Emmeline Lancaster, would you marry me?”

“Yes!” she says. Her eyes tear, and she loops her arms around my neck.

“I love you so much, Jack Spearman.” She kisses me, unable to contain her tears. “This is the best birthday week in the entire history of the world.”

She takes out a small box from her purse and says, “Happy Birthday, Jack. I’m glad we got this out of the way before my present.”

The box is thin and large. It could fit a watch. I look at the Bvlgari she gifted me last Christmas. There’s an inscription on the back that reads: There’s always time for love, Em.

When I open it, my eyes bulge at the sight of a white stick with two pink lines on the small screen. “Are we?”

“I know a pregnancy test doesn’t seem like much but—”

“It’s as amazing as you saying, yes to becoming my wife.” I lift her from the floor and crush my mouth to hers.

I never knew how much I wanted a family of my own until I met Emmeline.

“When is she arriving?”

“According to my calculations he was conceived in Bora Bora.” She gives me a sultry smile. “Not that we planned it, but I’m so happy.”