She’d loved sucking his cock, loved the way he’d filled her mouth. Mostly she’d loved how close to him she’d felt when she did it, hearing every moan of pleasure coming from him and knowing she was the reason he felt it. But it was good to move on to her own pleasure, too. A deep ache had settled in her pussy and he was the only one who could ease it.

She gave him one last kiss and got to her feet, her body languid. Even her bones felt submissive as she looked at him. No one in the world could do this to her, could make her want him the way this man did.

He tugged her onto his lap and his lips found hers. Long, drugging kisses. He could kiss forever and she would get lost in the way his tongue danced with hers. Over and over again, he kissed her until she didn’t want to breathe, only wanted more of his lips and tongue.

His hands moved over her body, stroking her in long motions. It was easy to relax in his arms. He had her. She wasn’t going anywhere. Being with Remy was like being in suspension. She could float and he wouldn’t let her fly away.

“Your mouth felt so good,” he said against her lips.

“Your cock tasted like heaven,” she replied. She could still taste him on her lips, loved the idea that he would be able to taste himself on her tongue.

He chuckled as one hand found her breast, cupping it. “You kill me when you talk dirty. Every word out of that sweet mouth of yours goes straight to my dick. How did I ever once think you were some uppity intellectual?”

“You underestimated me. Or overestimated me. And I can be smart and dirty.” It was a good combination, though one that only really worked around him. She’d never thought dirty could also be loving before she’d met him. Nothing was off the table with this man. She could try anything she liked because he would be there to catch her.

His hand moved down again, inching its way toward her pussy. “You can. You can be anything you want to, chèrie. Don’t you forget that, and if anyone ever tries to tell you different, they will have to deal with me.”

Because she wouldn’t be with him. Because she was stubborn.

“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, her heart torn. “I have a family and a life back in Texas.”

He stared down at her as though he wanted her to feel his will. “And you would have a family and a life here. Your life. Our life. One we’ll build together. I’ll marry you tomorrow if you’ll have me. I’ll share this whole place with you.”