Page 76 of Wrapped in Hope
“I’d like to watch that show,” I whisper against her lips.
“As much as I would like to see what you’re stroking over there, it’s time to open the doors. Are you ready?” Brad says from behind us.
She laughs and pulls away, taking my hand in hers. “I’m ready.”
* * *
The gallery opening goes smoothly.Hope sells several photographs and many people realize I’m the model from her picture. Many try buying it for reasons I don’t understand, but Hope refuses to let it go, even when she’s offered ten grand for it.
“What is the matter with you? You can take my picture any time you want.”
She smiles as she looks up at me. “As crazy as it sounds, I think of that day as the day something started between us. The look you held in your eyes when I turned around, it did something to me. I saw the passion and desire burning inside you, and even though I was lost back then and didn’t understand what that look meant, it made my body feel alive. That picture is priceless and I won’t ever sell it.”
I place my hand on the small of her back and pull her against me, landing a firm kiss. When we break away, I whisper, “does this place have a bathroom?”
Her dark eyes meet mine and she knows exactly why I’m asking.
She leads me into the back room and the second I kick the door closed she’s pressing me against the door as she starts pulling her skirt up her legs. My fingers skim beneath the thin material of her panties, pushing them down her legs until she picks up her feet to step out of them. Without thinking, I shove them into my pocket so they don’t get left behind.
I pick her up, pinning her between my chest and the door as I free myself from my pants. With her mouth on mine, I thrust into her, causing us both to gasp like we weren’t just in this exact position only a couple of hours ago. Sliding into her now feels like the first time. Her touch still causes tingles to erupt throughout my body. Her kiss steals my breath. And being buried deep inside her is like a high I’ve never before felt. She’s my addiction, my life, my love. My everything. And I’m never letting her go again.
I pound into her hard and fast, pushing us both over the edge. When she collapses into my chest, I kiss her head. “I love you, Hope.”
“I love you too,” she breathes out.
“Hope?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you marry me?”
I hear her sudden breath before she lifts her head to look at me. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “I am. I want you for the rest of my life.”
She laughs, confusing me.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re proposing to me while you’re still inside of me after a random bathroom fuck. You’re going to have to do a lot better than that.”
I withdraw myself from her and watch as she wiggles her skirt down over her hips.
“Is that a yes?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know. Why don’t you try again after putting a little bit of effort behind it?”
I pull her against me. “You’re a pain in the ass,” I say just before pressing my lips to hers.
* * *
We havea few hours until the gallery opening closes up. I sit on the sidelines while she greets her guests and talks about her art. I slide my hands into my pockets and my fingers brush against her panties. Just knowing she was walking around in here with nothing beneath that skirt makes the fabric of my pants become tight.
Her panties are in my pocket because I was the last to be inside her. I want to be the last for the rest of her life. She’s mine and always has been, no matter how long I’ve fought against it. No matter how many times I tried to deny it. She owns me.
I stand and rush out the door without her seeing me. I practically jog the three blocks until I find a jewelry store. They are just closing up, but I promise to walk out with a purchase, so they let me in while locking the door behind me.
I look over the selection of rings and find a princess cut diamond ring.