He glances back and effortlessly reads the situation. “I’ve got you.”
Joel exits the car, and in minutes we’re exchanging the back seat of the SUV for a limo. As the privacy glass rises, Easton speaks up with another request. “Play us something, anything.”
“You got it,” Joel muses just before the window seals shut.
Soft melodic music begins to fill the limo as I turn to him.
“What are you doi—” Easton cuts me off, kissing me with wild abandon before his calloused fingers dip into my jacket, and he palms my bare breast.
“Jesus, are you trying to kill me?” He cuts off any reply by again sealing our mouths together and thrusting his explorative tongue against mine. Hands roaming, mouths fused, we get lost in each other before he breaks away, pressing our foreheads together.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs. “I can’t get close enough.” He pulls me to straddle him before elongating the seatbelt and buckling us in together as I giggle against his lips. Not long after, all traces of humor disappear as he pushes the shoulders of his jacket down. My hardened nipples brush his T-shirt as I moan my request for more into his mouth. Overcome with the need to feel him, I manage to ease back enough into the restraint to unbuckle his jeans. Dipping into his boxers, I grip his velvet, hard length before brushing a bead of moisture over the fat head of his cock.
“See, not broken, just mine.” I pump him firmly to reiterate my point while he trails kisses down my neck.
“No question about that. Fuck, I missed you,” he hums as he tugs his jacket cinched around my waist. “I fucking love this.”
“I hoped you would.”
“I love you,” he breathes. “Feels good to say it.”
“I love you too, Easton, so damned much. I’ve been stopping myself from saying it for weeks,” I admit before playfully scolding him. “You freaked me out a little today when you didn’t text back.”
“I had work to do,” he pauses between kisses. “I wanted it to be perfect.”
“It was, but you screwed yourself and set a high bar.”
“Oh yeah?” he grins, pulling my hand from his pants to slide his own hand into my shorts, running teasing fingers through my soaked center. “Give me ten minutes with this perfect pussy, and I’ll set it higher. Bet.”
“Shameless,” I croak out, my voice coated in lust, my desire spiking as he latches onto my nipple. Gasping, I watch him feed, riding his fingers while running my own through his sweat-soaked hair. “Please, Easton, please, I need to feel you.” I grind onto him as he pulls away, shaking his head.
“I can’t love you the way I need to in this fucking limo,” he groans in frustration, withdrawing his hand. “I want to lay you down somewhere soft and…white,” he insists, looking at me with a love-soaked expression, one I immediately burn into memory.
“Please,” I whimper as he gently shakes his head again, his eyes glittering over me as he threads my wandering fingers between his.
“No, baby, no. The next time I cum inside you, you’re going to be my wife.”
He takes my lips again, so lovingly that my emotions get the best of me, and an elated tear escapes me as he continually feeds my euphoria. We kiss, hands tenderly exploring until the light of the cabin flashes in warning.
Easton pulls his lips from mine and stares down at my breasts. “As much as I hate to do this,” he gently suckles each of my nipples before lifting the jacket.
His gaze prodding, I relent and push my arms into the sleeves as he secures it back into place so I’m covered.
“That was just mean,” I protest, unfastening the seatbelt and sliding off his lap. Securing his jacket in place, I pull my belt tighter as he tries to wrestle his raging hard-on into his jeans. I can’t help my smile as he struggles to conceal his massive erection and notices my smirk.
“You think this is funny?”
“I think it’s fair. I mean it. You’ve ruined me completely with that grand gesture, and not just tonight—forever.” I blow out a harsh breath. “I hope you’re happy.”
His smile broadens as he wins the battle with his jeans before he grips my hand and begins kissing my fingertips.
“Stop smiling, you ass. There’s no undoing this.”
“Good.”
I snag his hair and pull gently. “You better mean that.”
“I’m about to pledge my life to you—proof enough?”
“We’re really doing this?”