A Blast from the Past (A Second Chance Romance) (26 page)

"You
want me?" I asked.

"More
than you will ever know. I want you, our baby, and the kids. I want
the busiest, craziest, most amazing family. Please be my wife?"

"The
only way I'll marry you is if me and the kids move to New York."

"What?"
he asked.

"I
want a fresh start for us. You belong there, Z. It's important to
you. You have a practice and people who need you there. The kids will
love it there. So will I."

"What
about the bakery. That place is your dream. I won't let you give it
up. I can move here. I'll work a few cities over," he said.

"You
mean the bakery you paid half for?" I asked.

He
let out a gasp.

"Yes,
I know," I said. "After I figured out that you were the one
paying for everything for Mike, I was thinking about things. When I
began to put that together with the other things I found out you had
done for me, I couldn't help but wonder what else you had done that I
hadn't figured out yet. I was in bed one night and it hit me like a
ton of bricks. I knew it didn't make sense that she had to sell it
all of a sudden and cut the price in half. I did some digging and
discovered you had paid the other half. I always thought that bakery
was my dream. I was wrong. You're my dream, Z. You always have been.
I've been in love with you since high school. It took all I had to
let you go when you left. There wasn't a day that went by that I
didn't want to go to you. I didn't think you'd ever want me. I can
bake anywhere. All I need is to be with you. Are you sure about this?
Once I tell the kids, you can't take it back. I come with two silly
little kids and a new one on the way. Do you really want the four of
us taking over your place?"

"Yes,"
he said. "That's exactly what I want. I want the noise, the
mess, the homework, the dinners, the baths, and the stories. I want
it all. Most of all, I want your love. You have no idea how much I
want this. I want my family with me. You and the kids are my family."

"No
matter how many I times I dreamt of you telling me you loved me, it
never came close to this. I love you, Z. I always have, and I always
will. I want nothing more than to marry you and be a family."

He
slipped the ring on my finger. It was beautiful, but I didn't care
about that. All I cared about was being his. When he turned the music
on, I smiled up at him. He pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms
around me.

"Dance
with me," he said.

Zander
wasn't the same man that had left sixteen years ago. He was so much
more. I couldn't believe how demanding and in control he had been
just moments before and couldn't wait to explore more of that. Then
he held me tightly in his arms and spoke softly as we danced. He was
everything perfect rolled into one. I had never felt as safe,
protected, and happy as I did when I was in his arms.

He
turned me in them, and I let my head fall back against his shoulder.
We swayed back and forth to the music. His lips came down on my neck,
and I moaned as he kissed me softly. I could feel him harden beneath
his jeans against my lower back and wiggled my ass against him. His
hand pulled me back as he ground his cock against me.

"Don't
start something you don't intend on finishing. I've been waiting
months to spank that sweet ass, baby," he whispered into my ear.

I
moved back against him again.

"You've
been saying that for months, but I haven't seen you do it. Don't tell
me your all talk, Z," I whispered into the cool air, unsure of
what he would do.

"Don't
challenge me woman," he said. "Watch yourself."

"What
are you going to do about?" I asked.

He
grabbed my hair and pulled back. My neck opened to him, and I felt
his tongue lick across it. I instantly clenched my thighs together.
His knee was between them stopping me.

"No
you don't," he said.

My
thighs tightened around his knee, but he moved my legs apart.

"Z,"
I moaned.

"Legs
apart, Livie," he said. "You're not going to challenge me
with that smart mouth and then rub those thighs together when you get
the reaction you're looking for. I know you're wet for me. You're
enjoying yourself. I want you to think about what you're doing. Every
time you've talked back to me or said something snotty, I've thought
about my palm coming down on your bare ass."

He
had one hand in my hair and the other over my clothed mound. He
ground his erection against my ass. His hand went below my panties,
and his fingers slid down against my pussy.

"You're
so damn wet, Livie," he said into my ear, as he took it between
his teeth and tugged on it. "You're thinking about me spanking
you. I bet your wondering what it will feel like when I pull your
shorts down, bend you over, and turn your ass pink from the palm of
my hand coming down on it."

I
shifted against him, and he laughed into my ear.

"Fuck,
woman," he whispered. "Stop it."

"Or
what?" I said sarcastically.

I
enjoyed playing with him. He was so damn sexy, and I already wanted
him again. As soon as I laughed, I heard him growl from deep in his
chest. He reached around me and pulled the chair out from the table
in front of us. Z kissed my neck, as his fingers slid out from my
panties. I whimpered at the loss of his touch. He grabbed both of my
hands in his and walked me forward two steps.

"Bend
over," he commanded into my ear.

When he leaned over
my back, I moved down with him without argument. He put my hands on
the chair.

"Leave
them there," he said.

His
voice was rough and deep in my ear. I found myself getting even
wetter than I already was and my ass pushed back against him. He
growled out and held my hip in his hand still. His tongue came out
across my neck and I moaned. When he moved my shirt up and over my
head, it slid down my arms and onto the chair. He placed tiny kisses
all over my back. When he took my shorts and panties down my legs, I
shook my ass at him. I heard the rumble in his chest and knew I was
getting to him.

"You
have no idea what you're doing, Livie," he said through clenched
teeth.

I
heard the zipper on his jeans and turned to look at him.

"Eyes
forward," he snapped.

The
man standing behind me wasn't the same that had left me sixteen years
ago. He was still so protective and sweet. I knew he would never hurt
me. There was a new side as well. It was rough and commanding, and I
honestly couldn't wait to explore it. He was going to be my husband.
It still felt like a dream to me. He was really there with me, and I
wanted nothing more than to please him.

I
could hear him moving out of his jeans and couldn't wait to feel him
deep inside of me. When his hand pushed down on my lower back and my
ass moved higher into the air, I felt a shiver run through my body.
Without warning his hand came down on my ass and I yelped with shock.
The sound of the smack was worse than the sting. When he did it
again, I felt the sting even more. He moved to the other side and
took my hips in his hands. He pulled me up higher so I was on my
toes. When he smacked that side, I found my yelps turn to moans. His
big hand rubbed away the sting, and I felt myself getting wetter. He
continued switching sides until I couldn't take it anymore. I felt my
juices running down my inner thigh.

"Z,"
I moaned.

He
moved closer and leaned down toward my ear. I could feel his
rock-hard cock against my ass.

"Yes,
baby," he whispered.

"I
need you," I moaned.

"What?"
he asked, as he moved to back away.

"Please,"
I begged.

He
came back over me.

"What,
baby?" he asked.

"I
need you," I moaned. "I need you so damn bad."

The
head of his cock rubbed against my entrance. He was driving me crazy.
He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled to open my neck to him.
When his teeth scrapped against my neck, I moaned and moved back
against him. He barely entered me and stopped. I moved against him,
but he didn't move. He kept kissing tiny kisses around my neck. I
couldn't believe the control the man had. I could feel my wetness
dripping down my leg. When I pushed back against him again, he pulled
tighter on my hair. I was looking into his eyes, silently begging
him. He didn't move. I made sure our eyes stayed connected. He was
the only man I could ever imagine having the ability to be my
undoing. He still wasn't going to move. The dark intensity in his
eyes had me moving against him more. I couldn't take it. I needed him
deep inside of me.

"Z,"
I begged, but he didn't move.

We
were still, and our eyes were locked together. I knew when he finally
made me come, I was going to explode into a million pieces. I
couldn't wait another second. It was more than I could handle.

"Fuck
me," I begged. "I need you to fuck me, Z."

His
mouth covered mine with such an intense pressure. He plunged his
tongue into my mouth at the same time that he thrust into me
completely. I moaned out into his mouth. There was nothing soft and
gentle about the way he was taking me. He was claiming me as his. I
had never been fucked so hard and deep before that moment. He was
reaching places I didn't even know were possible. I was moaning and
calling out his name mixed with stuff I couldn't even understand. His
hand in my hair held me in place, and his mouth ravaged mine. My lips
were going to be sore. There was no doubt in my mind. His other hand
held tight on my hip, as he fucked me hard. Each plunge had me
rocking on my feet. My legs felt like they were going to give out at
any moment. He was making me his. I knew nobody would ever make me
feel the things he did. He was it for me. I was going to love him
forever. I would do anything it took to please him. He was mine. I
brought one hand up and wrapped it around his neck and kissed him
with so much passion.

"Harder,"
I moaned. "Don't hold back, Z. Give me all of you."

His
eyes widened and his chest moved as he took a deep breath. Both of
his hands went to my hips to hold me as he plunged in so deep. I
screamed out his name over and over.

"You're
mine, baby," he growled out. "I love you so much. You're
fucking mine. Do you hear me? I will always take care of you, Livie.
I love you, baby."

He
rocked into me hard, and I exploded around him like never before. He
thrust into me hard and roared my name as he filled me. When his body
came down against my back, I moved against his warmth. He was mine,
and I was his. I would never let him go again.

"I
love you, Z," I whispered.

He
helped me into my clothes before getting dressed himself. Z pulled
out a chair for me to sit. He lifted the covers from our plates and
sat down beside me. I couldn't believe everything he had went through
to make the night so perfect. When he looked over at the champagne he
had chilling, he laughed.

"I
guess we'll skip that for tonight," he said with a smirk. "I
can think of something else we could have skipped tonight."

I
burst into laughter.

"I
was thinking the same thing when I heard you rip that package open
earlier. There was no way I was going to say anything. That was
potentially my last moment with you. I wanted to enjoy every second
of it."

He
stood up and pulled me to my feet to wrap me in his arms again. I
would never get tired of that. It was the only place I wanted to be.