Page 125 of Wedlocked

I shook my head. “I told him I didn’t want his name.”

“Do you want mine?”

Yes.My heart whispered the truth before my brain could even fabricate a denial.

“It’s too soon.”

He caught me around the waist, towed me close, and pushed his thigh between mine. “I think it’s the perfect time.” His voice was gravelly and low. Sexy. “The perfect time to put a ring on your finger, my name with yours. To make sure you know I’ll always be here loving you, wanting you.”

I wasn’t one for change. But this? This didn’t feel like a change. It felt like keeping things the same… forever.

He felt me wavering, knew I wanted to give in.

“Marry me, Matthew. Please, baby.”

“Three M’s,” I whispered.

“You like three.” He encouraged me.

The word was right there on the tip of my tongue. My tongue and brain seemed tangled, making it hard to answer.

I pulled away. He resisted, but when I looked back at him, his expression softened and he let me go. His shirt brushed against the tops of my thighs when I went over to my discarded coat lying on the floor by the forgotten slipper.

I reached into the pocket and felt around. When my hand brushed against my phone, my stomach somersaulted. Straightening, I lifted it free and sent him a text.

The chime of his phone receiving the message seemed loud in the suddenly quiet room. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he tugged it from his pants. He lit the screen but left his eyes on mine.

Electricity vibrated the room, my fingers tightening around the device in my palm.

And then he looked down.

A heartbeat passed. Then another.

My stomach floated somewhere near my heart.

He smiled. The most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.

He really meant it.

Holding up the screen, he pointed to the text.

Prism: *ring emoji*

“Is that a yes?” he asked, voice a little gruff.

I nodded.

He tossed his phone down and rushed me. The second he was close enough, my feet left the ground, winding around his bare waist, and our lips collided.

The kiss was greedy and demanding, his hands possessive. A silent message from his body that he would never give me up.

He carried me to the bed, laid me on my back, and blocked out the rest of the world with his frame. “God, I need you,” he murmured between kisses, dragging his lips across my jaw to my ear. “I don’t even know how to exist without you anymore, Matthew.”

His whisper. Those words. This man. My everything.

“Bear,” I whimpered, his desperation matching my own and setting my body on fire.

He growled low in his throat, going at me with renewed abandon, the cool metal of his lip rings a delicious contrast to the searing way he kissed. The chains on his pants jingled whenhe reached down to open them. Our lips were like Velcro as I helped push the fabric down and wrapped my hand around his throbbing dick. He groaned, hands falling on either side of my body as I gave him a few strong tugs. The pad of my thumb caressed the small divot at the base of his head, rubbing into the sensitive spot and making him jolt.