Chapter 11

Eleven

SOREN

N othing about this kiss was rushed. It was no less passionate than the others we’d share, but there was no urgency. We lazily drank from each other’s lips, savoring our connection.

My arms wrapped tightly around Cammie, and when my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest, I groaned and buried my face in the crook of her neck. “Are we crazy?”

“Maybe,” Cammie teased, sliding her hands up my chest and locking them around my neck. “But sane is overrated.”

My laughter was muffled against her skin. After a few seconds, I raised my head, and our eyes met. “Tell me you’re mine.”

She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “I’m yours. For as long as you’re mine.”

“Then you’ll be mine forever.”

Cammie’s smile grew, and she hugged me, whispering, “Forever sounds perfect.”

Holding her tight to my body, I shifted around so I could lay her back on the couch. With an almost reverent touch, I slowly undressed her, kissing every inch of her bared skin along the way.

When she was naked, I stood and removed my own clothing while she watched, her eyes drinking me in and swirling with desire.

I lay down again, covering her from head to toe. “I love how small you are compared to me,” I told her as my hands roamed, exploring her silky skin. “It’s probably a caveman way of thinking”—I smirked—“but it makes me feel like I can protect you.”

Cammie giggled. “I get it because you make me feel safe.”

Moving slightly, I settled my body so that we were intimately connected. “Plus, you fit me like our bodies were made for each other.”

Cammie wrapped her arms around my neck again and pulled me down, pressing her lips against mine.

Passion ignited, but our movements, our touches, our kisses, they were a slow burn. The fire inside built until it consumed me, and there was nothing but the way Cammie felt beneath me.

Eventually, I slid inside her, and the hunger grew, becoming stronger and more ardent.

“Soren,” Cammie moaned, her hands clenching in my hair and her body trembling with need.

“Come for me, Cammie,” I rasped. “I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock while you fall apart in my arms. Tell me you love me while I’m moving inside you.”

“Yesssss,” she hissed, wrapping her legs around my hips, changing the angle so I was even deeper inside her with each thrust. “I’m almost…Oh yes!”

Her muscles locked for a moment, then she cried out, “I love you,” as her orgasm rocked her body.

Her inner walls rippled, milking my cock, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. “Fuck, baby,” I groaned, sinking fully inside her before my climax burst through me and come erupted from my cock. “I love you so damn much.”

When my pulse slowed and I managed to catch my breath, I collapsed on top of Cammie, resting my cheek on her chest, just above her breast. Her heartbeat was relaxing, and I could have fallen asleep right there.

However, I’d probably crush her if I settled my weight fully on top of her.

I pulled out of her, then with my arms and legs wrapped around her, I carefully rolled off the couch, making sure to land on my back so she was cushioned against me.

We lay in silence for a bit, the only sound in the room coming from the crackling of the logs in the fire. My thoughts were spinning in directions that staggered me, things that even a day ago would have made me close up and push Cammie away.

“I never thought I’d get married,” I revealed, then waited for her reaction. When she remained still and quiet, I went on. “I was adamant about it. Watching my sister’s situation with Trent…even my own parents’ marriage isn’t an example of what it should be. They love Lulu and me to pieces, and I couldn’t ask for better parents. But while they love each other, I’ve often wondered if they were in love. Sometimes it feels like they are miles apart, just going through the motions because that’s what married people do.”

Cammie pushed up from where she’d been lying on me, supporting herself with her arms folded on my chest. “Are you trying to tell me that you won’t ever want to get married?” She appeared calm, her tone simply curious. But worry filled her pretty blue eyes.

“Obviously, I’m not good at the emotional shit,” I admitted with a wry smile. “But what I’m doing a terrible job of explaining is that I don’t just want to keep you. I want you tied to me in every way because I’ll never let you go.”

Her lips lifted at the corners, and her eyes lit with happiness. “Is this your way of proposing?”

“No.”

She raised an eyebrow and regarded me with skepticism, making me grin.

“It’s my way of letting you know we’re getting married.”

Cammie gaped at me for a moment, then her face screwed up in annoyance. “You can’t just decide something like that.”

“Says who?”

She sputtered and tried to sit up, but my arms were like steel, keeping her from moving even an inch.

“Look,” she sighed. “I realize that this happened fast, like warp speed…and I know this thing between us is permanent. But don’t you think it’s a little early to be discussing marriage? We haven’t even talked about our jobs, or where we’ll live, or?—”

“We’ll figure it out, babe. First, I’m going to convince you to marry me.”

“Oh? And how exactly do you plan on—” She broke off with a squeak when I grabbed her hips and lifted her before slamming her down on my cock.

This time, the wild, primal need came screaming back, and I fucked her hard and fast. Only when she was teetering on the edge of coming did I slow my pace, drawing her away from the precipice.

“What…?” She shook her head, staring down at me with a stupified frown.

“Are you going to marry me, Cammie?”

“I…” She blinked rapidly, trying to grasp what I was saying through the fog of lust. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just?—”

I resumed bouncing her on my cock and glided one hand between us to flick her clit, driving her up again. Then stopping just before her climax hit. “Are you going to marry me?”

“If I say no, you’re not going to let me come, are you?” she panted with a pout puckered on her lips.

“Want to take that risk?” I said with a wicked smirk.

“But—”

I did the whole thing again, making her scream in frustration when I didn’t let her finish.

“Fine! Yes! I’ll marry you. Now will you let me come?”

“Promise me,” I grunted, barely hanging on to my sanity. “Promise me you’ll marry me. Soon.”

“I promise,” she whined. “Please, please, for the love of all that is holy! Let me come!”

I grinned, then obeyed her command, taking her hard and fast, quickly sending her spiraling into a screaming climax. Following right behind, I shouted as I got lost in euphoria.

Later, we were snuggled together, exhausted and very satisfied. Cammie’s breathing was slowing, and I knew she’d soon be asleep.

“Baby?” I whispered.

“Hmm?”

“I win.”

I swallowed her gasp with a deep, fiery kiss. When I finally pulled back, her eyes were glazed with passion, and she looked utterly sated. “Okay,” she sighed. “You won.”