Page 17 of Give It a Day (Song-Smith #1)

He grunts, and his eyes are where our bodies meet as he thrusts deeper. “Every fucking day, I want you like this.” He drives into me with more urgency. “Every morning, every night, every stolen moment in between…” His movements become more forceful, making my body shake against the grass.

“Give it a day, and you might take that back.” I moan, my body arching toward him.

One of his hands wraps around the back of my head, while the other grips my neck. “I’ll never take it back, Kaye, even after a day.” He pants, his torso glistening with sweat. “Or a week, a month, a year, a lifetime.”

I briefly close my eyes, creasing my brows.

Long-term commitments sound like lunacy, even if it’s with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, who happens to fuck like a maniac the way I apparently like it, and seems to be genuinely interested in me.

But too many what if’s swarm my mind, begging me not to even think about it.

He slows his thrusts. His jaw tightens as if to show he’s made up his mind.

There’s that sharp flicker in his gray eyes again, darkening like they’re peering into my soul.

“I’m a smart man, Kaye. I know love when I feel it, even if it’s for the first time in my life,” he says, cupping my cheek with one hand.

“A lifetime is long, but I’m a man who doesn’t waste any time. I know I love you.”

My breath hitches, but I don’t miss a beat, hiding behind a teasing remark that slips out of my mouth before I can let his confession sink in and drown me. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“Not when it matters. And you matter.” Damn it, Dae. That made my heart race.

Despite my heart racing so fast, I pull out another trick out of my bag of jokes. I inspect his sides, poking around, even as his thrusts continue, though much slower.

Sounding every bit amused at my silly antics, he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Where’s your off button? You know you don’t have to pretend to be the loving husband, right? We’re far away from the reception from here.”

“It’s not pretend for me, Kaye.” Oh. This woman is too stunned to speak . Every time I think I figured Dae out, he pulls this shit—shocking me, disarming me better than I could disarm him.

“You know,” he says, voice low, almost as if he’s afraid his words will scare me away. They just might. He’s still inside me but not moving as he stares into my eyes like he’s trying to find my soul. “We could make this work. Not just for them, not just for our families, but for us. You and me.”

“ You know ,” I mock him, tapping my chin, “for someone who’s supposed to be so powerful, you spend an awful lot of time trying to persuade one person. Shouldn’t you be off toppling empires or whatever it is you do when you’re not forcing me to marry you?”

His lips twitch, and it’s almost a nice smile. “You’re wearing my ring, aren’t you? So I can do both. Multitasking is one of my many talents.”

“Impressive,” I deadpan. “Maybe I should take notes.”

“You could learn a lot from me.”

“Oh, I’m sure, but I’ll pass. I prefer my soul intact, thanks.”

“But not your clothes, apparently.” He chuckles deeply. “See, I can make jokes, too.”

I stifle a laugh, shaking my head.

“What?” He smirks.

“No.”

“No, what?” His smirk widens.

“I refuse to admit you’re funny.”

“Why not?”

“Because then you’d be the whole package.”

He raises a brow, frowning faintly. “I am the whole package.”

I laugh, shaking my head again.

But his smirk fades as he looks at me with resolve in his steely eyes. “Let me in, Kaye. Let this happen. Let us happen.”

“You’re really doubling down, huh?” she says, arching a brow. “What’s next? A spontaneous sonnet as the sun sets?”

“You do that a lot, making jokes when you don’t want to deal with something.”

I look up at him, smiling ruefully. “Could we talk about this another day? Maybe when I’m not getting grass stains on my dress?” I joke, chuckling lightly.

His expression softens a tad, even though his mouth is a firm line and his eyes are startlingly unwavering. Lost in the gray in his eyes, I feel his hand press against my left breast through my dress. He grips it slowly, making my breath hitch.

“Your heart is saying yes, but your mind is full of doubts,” he whispers as his lips move closer to mine. “We have a lifetime to figure it out.”

His cock stirs slowly inside me, his touch and thrusts becoming more tender.

“Tell me if this feels better than those thoughts in your head,” he whispers, watching me.

I moan as my eyes roll back, a cry shuddering out of me. I’m squeezing his cock so tightly that it feels like I’m trying to push him out again when that’s the opposite of what I want. I want him in me, as much of him, and as often as I can .

“Good girl,” he purrs proudly, keeping his unhurried rhythm steady. “The thinking stops when I’m fucking you properly, doesn’t it?”

“Yes…” I hiss in pleasure, feeling breathless.

“And you take me so well,” he praises, his voice warm. “Such a good girl, taking all of me inside you, no questions asked. Just like a good wife should.”

He moves his hands to grip my wrists again, while his eyes burn into mine, sending shivers through my body. His hypnotizing gaze is the only thing keeping me from going afloat, lost in pleasure again.

“Look at you, already so addicted to me.” He preens, his pace quickening. “You’d do anything I wanted, wouldn’t you? Be my little housewife, pregnant in our home, waiting for me to come home each night?”

“What did you tell me before—to not push your luck?” I chuckle breathily, throwing his words back at him, barely able to focus well with how good he makes me feel.

Laughing lowly, he pulls out completely, then throws my legs over his shoulders, making my dress slip down to my waist. “Too late, now tell me what I want to hear,” he demands, slamming back in at an angle that makes me scream.

I’d be red in the face if I couldn’t hear the orchestra all the way here.

That hopefully means no one but my dastardly husband heard me.

But naturally, my entire body sings for Dae. He takes me harder, making it difficult to think. “Don’t make me say no to you again,” I say between heavy breaths and aching groans.

“Say yes then,” he snarls, his deep voice dripping with dominance. “Say yes, you’ll be my pregnant housewife, waiting for me with open arms and legs.” He punctuates each phrase with a hard thrust, driving me wild.

“That doesn’t sound like me at all…” I manage to whisper through moans. “I need to be free, Dae. Doing stuff I want to, but I’ll always co me home to you, if it means you make me feel this good every day.”

His expression softens, and he slows his pace, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “You drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Song-Smith,” he murmurs against my panting mouth. “But we can make that work.”

“Fuck…” I can really see it now, imagining him with me, maybe for a lifetime. Even though my mind is screaming no, my lips say, “Then okay. Maybe.”

He grins mischievously, his hands grabbing mine and pinning them above my head again. “And you have to promise me that no matter what, you’ll always be honest with me. About your feelings, your desires, your fears.”

“That’s worse than asking me to be a housewife.” I huff out a breathless laugh, then try to distract him with kisses.

But he grunts, sounding annoyed, and breaks the kiss to ask, “Will you always be honest with me, no matter what?”

“Why are you asking me this?” My brows knit as I hold back my moans. He’s still going while he’s interrogating me again. I don’t understand why we can’t just fuck.

“Answer,” he whispers, voice thick with desire. His lips find my neck, his teeth grazing sharply, but it tickles more than terrifies me. “You will tell me everything .”

“Do you know how ridiculous you sound?” I glare up at him, rolling my hips to remind him what’s more important here, which is getting my damn rocks off. “We only met earlier today, remember?”

“We’re married, remember?” I can hear the smugness in his voice, right before he bites down into my neck hard , making me cry out in both surprise and pain, adding a sickening twist to the pleasure he’s driving deep inside me.

I groan, closing my eyes and creasing my brows. Then laughing coldly, I try to push him off of me. “You’re insane.”

He presses his body even more against mine. “And yet here you are, letting me touch you, letting me make love to you, letting me say those three painful words that obviously strike a chord. Why are you pushing me away?” His hands on my wrists tighten as his eyes peer into mine.

“What do you want me to do? Just accept that you love me?” I scoff, laughing derisively and shaking my head in disbelief. “Will you please stop thinking with your dick?”

“I’m thinking clearly, Kaye.” His voice is low and dangerous. “You’re the one who’s trying to turn this into a joke. Do you think I don’t notice that you deflect with humor, anger, and sex?”

Quietly, I clench my jaw, glaring at him. I hate how I freeze whenever he figures me out. But that doesn’t stop either of us. Dae still claims me, making me pant under him, with my eyes fluttering closed. His body brings me closer to a crashing orgasm, and I eagerly welcome it.

I stare up at him, taking in the marvel that he is. It’s not just about his handsome face and impressive body. His eyes are back to mesmerizing me to be still, to submit, to accept. It only takes a few more of his steady thrusts, and I’m clenching harder around him.

Pleasure runs through me, and it’s electric and addictive, taking almost all of my anxieties with it. Under my half-lidded gaze, I watch him lean down slowly. It’s odd seeing Dae be tender, but I like both sides of him far too much to complain.

Anticipating his kiss, I lick my lips and part them slightly, inviting him in. His brush against mine, all warm and soft. I nearly close my eyes, but then his voice comes out gravelly, like it’s been scraped rough and raw.