Promise Me Forever: Manhattan Ruthless
: Chapter 37

I wake up in her bed with her back snuggled into my chest and my arm slung around her. My thigh is over her hip, like I was trying to hold onto her even in my sleep. Why wouldn’t I want to keep this incredible woman as close as humanly possible?

I inhale the scent of her shampoo and rest my cheek against her bare shoulder. She’s so soft. So warm. So mine.

I thought things were good between us before, but now that I know she loves me? They’re un-fucking-believable. I think I said it to her a million times last night. That and how sorry I was for acting like a pathetic asshole. I said it while I was eating her pussy and while I was fucking her. I said it while she sucked my cock. I love her, and there’s no going back from this.

My hand coasts down her arm and slides across to one of her perfect tits. I hold it in my palm, letting my fingers gently toy with her nipple. She’s still asleep, but even now, her body responds to me, the sensitive skin puckering beneath my touch. She murmurs and wriggles slightly, her ass pressed up against me in a way that makes me feel a lot less gentle. Yeah, I love her, but I still want to rail into her like an animal.

I kiss her neck, my lips barely there, and work my way to her shoulders, listening to the small mewling sounds that she makes as she starts to wake up. Maybe I should have let her sleep, but I’m too much of a selfish asshole. I want her now.

She turns her face to mine, her eyes still half closed and a sweet, sleepy smile on her lips. “Well, good morning, man that I love,” she says, and both my heart and my dick swell. “You seem happy to see me.”

She rubs herself against me, and I growl under my breath. “I am, baby. I love you so much. But right now I want to fuck your brains out.”

“How romantic,” she says, fluttering her eyelashes and grinning at me. “And while the prospect is very interesting to me … I’m a little, uh, sore, you know? From the sheer number of times you fucked my brains out last night, I don’t think I have any gray matter left.”

I nudge her legs open with my thigh and run my fingers across her opening. She’s wet but also swollen, and she winces slightly at my touch.

“You won’t need any brainpower for what I have planned, baby. And I know you’re a little sore, but I don’t think your sweet pussy got the memo because you’re fucking soaked for me.”

“I always am. Just be gentle, okay, sir?” She presses her lips together, trying to act coy. Vixen.

And it makes me want to do the exact opposite. I want to flip her over, drag her ass into the air, and nail her into next week.

I brush my knuckles over her cheek. “Sure, baby. I can be gentle. I can be anything you want.”

She smiles and lets her head fall back to the pillow. She still has her back to me, and I grab the last condom and slide it on. I groan as I slip my stiff cock inside her tight center, gradually easing myself all the way in. God, she feels good. I take my time, building up a steady rhythm, using my fingers on her clit as I thrust slowly in and out of her. It feels incredible, the way my dick is held inside her, the way I can feel every quiver of her pussy walls around it. I want to go harder, to make her scream. I want to do it all—but I can give her this too. Show her this isn’t just sex for me. This is so much more. When she comes, it’s a slow, juddering climax that makes her whole body tremble. I find my own release seconds later, groaning her name as I do.

I wrap my arms around her, staying inside, never wanting to move again.

“I love you, Amelia,” I say, my face sinking against the velvety skin of her back. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it. And I can’t imagine your cunt without my cock in it either.”

She laughs, and the sound warms my heart. “Well, that was half romantic and half hot. What are your plans for today?”

I finally pull out of her and roll her over so she’s lying in my arms with her head on my chest. I know I have a lot of making up to do for the way I behaved yesterday. All the signs point toward her having forgiven me, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven myself. While the old me would always work on a Saturday, I can think of a much better way to spend my weekend these days.

“Well, aside from the obvious, I thought we could swing by and check in with your mom first,” I say. “And then maybe head over to my dad’s, get everyone together and introduce you to them properly.”

I feel her tense slightly in my embrace, and she looks up at me with shining eyes. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I want to do it. It’s way overdue, mi rosa. I love you and you love me, and this stuff shouldn’t need to be so complicated. I know there are work headaches, but we’ll find a way around them. I want you involved in every aspect of my life. And I want to show you off to my family.”

She wriggles up and kisses me softly, holding my face between her hands and looking deep into my eyes. “Plus,” she says seriously, “if you distract them with your new girlfriend, maybe they’ll forget what a dick you were.”

I laugh and squeeze her ass. “You see right through me, don’t you, Miss Ryder?”

She hums contentedly before lying on my chest once more and snuggling into me, and I smile as I imagine the looks of shock on my brothers’ faces when I introduce her as my girlfriend later. She’ll fit in so well with all of them, just like she fits with me. Like she’s always meant to be right here.