Page 113 of The Curse Trilogy

I scream out, and he smiles even bigger before I feel his warmth spreading throughout me. I collapse into his arms, and he holds me tightly to his body as we make our way back to the bed.

“I can’t believe you just bit me without permission while sane,” he snickers out, and his fingers begin stroking my hair.

“You wouldn’t stop teasing me, and I don’t like being teased,” I murmur casually while strolling my lips over his.

“I just want you to say you’ll marry me.”

“I told you I want a real proposal when the time is right. It’ll do you no good to use sex as a weapon,” I chuckle out.

“I can’t give you a real proposal until we have a minute to breathe, and who knows how long that will be? I want you to say you’ll be my wife right now,” he mutters in a pouting motion.

“I thought I was worth waiting for,” I tease.

“You are.”

He leans back, his arms behind his head, and I snuggle up into his chest to find the closeness I need.

“Hold me,” I almost plead, and he smirks while moving his arms around me and kissing my forehead.

“I’ll hold you as long as you want me to. Fuck the meeting. I’ll call Clay and tell him you’re sick or something. He can swing by and get the folders.”

I laugh a little, and then I kiss him harder while wrapping my legs around him. He smiles into my kiss, and I lean back to stare into his perfect blue eyes that tell the world he’s a hybrid.

“I want to marry you, but not until I get a real proposal.”

He grins huge, and then his lips fold over mine while letting me feel his erection once more.

“I’m definitely telling Clay you’re sick. Give me just a minute,” he chirps, and then he goes to grab his phone.

I hold my hand over my face to suppress my laughter, but I rush over to pull his phone away. The moment separation affects us both, causing us to shiver as an aching forms. He quickly wraps me up in his arms, cringing for his painful thoughtlessness.

Leaning back, I say, “I need to go. Everyone will have questions, and Clay is counting on my presentation. We can spend the rest of the day in bed while the scouts run ahead.”

“You promise?”

“I swear,” I giggle out, and he pulls me to him once more to press his lips against mine.

“Fine,” he playfully exasperates. “Go get ready… again, once this wears off.”

Slowly the minutes tick by, and in our escape, we’re just two lovers holding each other after having embarked on the more erotic side of our world. His lips are strolling over my soft skin, and mine are memorizing every inch of his firm chest and arms, careful not to accidentally endeavor on another moment of ecstasy. I wish it could always be this perfect.

“You’ve got ten minutes to get ready. Think you can pull that off?”

“I may not look my best, but I’ll be presentable.”

“You can show me a presentation anytime you like,” he crudely jokes.

I laugh a little, and I swish through to pull my clothes back on. I throw my hair into a sexy ponytail since I don’t have time to do too much else, and then I run through the motions of my makeup.

He’s still buttoning up his shirt when I walk out, and I smile as pull on my boots once again. He smirks as he wraps his arms around me, and then he clips his captain’s badge to his belt before covering it up with his dangling white shirt that looks so fucking hot on him.

“After you, Ms. Crush.”

I smile as I walk through the doorway he’s ushering me through, and then I grab the folders I had laid out by the door before we fully escape the apartment filled with too many memories.

“Maybe we should visit my old place while we’re here,” he smolders into my ear.

“I’ve already checked on it. It’s occupied. They knew you weren’t ever coming back,” I murmur, a touch of pain sneaking into the undertones of my voice.