She didn’t like hearing that said so bluntly, but she wasn’t a coward. Wasn’t prissy about sex or her own desires. “You did your job well,” she said between tight lips.
“It wasn’t a job. Not after…not after I was here. Inside you. It sure as hell wasn’t work.”
“And I didn’t feel dirty. Never felt used. Not by you, anyway.”
Billy clamped a hand on her hip and brought her closer. “He won’t have you again.”
She lifted one brow. “What if he or one like him needs a booster?”
“They’ll have to suck their own goddamn cocks.”
Her lips crimped, and then a laugh slipped out. “Not an image I wanted in my head. Can they do that?”
“God, Gillian, I didn’t know you’d be this damn stubborn. Just say yes. I know you want to.”
“How come you’re so sure?”
“I’m here, aren’t I? You couldn’t let me walk out that door.”
He had her there. Her gaze dropped beneath his. “You’re right. I couldn’t. When you started walking away, I felt like my heart was ripping out of me.”
“Then it’s yes?”
She shrugged. “Okay.”
“Again, you’re not sounding enthusiastic,” he said, a growl edging his voice.
“I’m not sure I like that you think marriage will ensure my vow to you.”
“It doesn’t have a thing to do with that. I want a ring on your finger.”
“A brand on my ass wouldn’t work better?”
When his eyebrows lifted as though considering the thought seriously, she shoved his chest.
He fell back, and she came over him, straddling his hips, his cock cramming deeper because he’d been lengthening inside her as they spoke. “I don’t need a brand or a ring to know who I belong to. The only cock sliding up inside me is yours.”
“Then how about you marry me because you want to, because I love you and you love me?”
She brought her knees against his sides and lifted fractionally, squeezing her inner muscles to pull at his cock as she came up. “I’ll think about it. Later.”
His hands clamped around the tops of her hips and brought her down and held her there, unable to rise again.
She squeezed again. “Let me go. I need to move.”
“Not until you say yes.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know I will. Why bother to ask me in the first place?”
“Dammit, Priest, do you always have to be such a hardass?”
And because his cock was stretching, filling her and her body was juicing nicely, she said, “All right. Yes, yes, yes! Now let go!”
Instead, he lifted her off him, and forced her to the bed on her belly. Just like before, he grabbed her ass and brought it toward him, shoving her legs open with his knees, and plunging deep inside her.
“I wanted to go slow. Wanted you to fuck me this time, but see what you did?” he said, his voice tight with fury.
She didn’t mind. And she wasn’t even the littlest bit scared. Not of his enormous power or the way he so easily mastered her body.