A Story written by Omolola…
The kiss was hot and deep and left no doubt in her mind that he was staking his claim.
Her knees went weak. Her every nerve ending short-circuited.
Finally, he pulled his lips from hers. “I love you.”
She held on to him, gasping for air, the words ringing like sweet chimes in her ears. “In that case, I can live with the macho reining-in thing.”
He chuckled, low and Sekxy. “Glad to hear it. How do you feel about getting married?”
What? She leaned back in his arms to get a good look at his face. He looked down at her, his expression dead serious.
“Man,” she said. “When you screw up your courage, you don’t stop halfway, do you?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a man of half measures. If I’m going to do something, I don’t play at it. I do it.” He tucked a wet curl behind her ear. “And your father wouldn’t like his daughter playing house. If you were sleeping with a man, he’d want you married. And I fully intend to be sleeping with you.”
Desire shot through her. Hot and wild. She pulled his lips back to hers and did a little claiming of her own.
Several minutes later, he pulled his lips from hers again, his gaze delving into hers. “Is that a yes, Tomilola Adeyemi?”
She smiled up at him, tears of joy filling her eyes. “It’s a yes, Ademola Adenuga, Yes, yes, yes.”