You Are My Life: Breathless Book 3

by Samantha Wolfe

  "That's the thing," he said as he started rubbing nervously at his beard again. "I know we're in this together, but I want...more. I want...I want everything, Natalie. Everything." His tone was vehement and sincere.

  I looked at him, cocking my head in confusion and wondering where he was going with this. He suddenly slid off the chair and knelt on one knee at the edge of my hospital bed, still gripping my hand in his. He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out a small box. My breath caught in shock as he opened it to reveal a beautiful sparkling princess-cut diamond set in a platinum band.

  "Natalie Spencer," he began in a wavering voice, his entire body shaking. "I've loved you since the moment that I helped you up off the ground that day last October. I tried to deny it at first, but it was inevitable. Daniel helped make sure of that." He smiled down at our sleeping son for a second before meeting my eyes again with tears in his eyes. "Everything that's happened to me in my life has led me to you, to this family, and I want to make it official. I want you to have my name, to share my life, my everything. I want you to be mine in every way. Ty moe povitrya, my Natalie. Will you marry me?" He looked at me expectantly with his beautiful blue eyes.

  I stared at him with my mouth hanging open in shock. I hadn't expected this, but amazingly the terror that I thought would surely rise up when he finally asked me to marry him never came. He had proven to me time and time again that I could always count on him. He had seen me through the most difficult nine months of my entire life, and even though the beginning was rocky and unsure, we came through all of it stronger and better than before. So as I gazed at this man who was my air, my love, my very life, how I could I not be all that to him as well? There was only ever one answer to his question.

  "Yes."

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  Jenny

  I slammed the shot glass down onto the bar with a solid thump that I barely heard over the pounding dance music. I turned away from the bar and shivered as the tequila burned harshly in my chest.

  "That's the stuff," Tori said as she thumped her empty shot glass on the bar behind me. She shuddered like she was trying to shake off the alcohol, and turned toward the dance floor. Her taupe off-the-shoulder dress slipped a little further down one arm as she absently ran her hands down her curvy hips to her almost illegally short hemline.

  "Hell yeah!" I blurted out as I readjusted the low neck line of my short black spaghetti-strapped dress to show off the girls to their best effect. I wiggled my hips excitedly. The fringe along the hem swished around my mid thighs, making the length of the skirt a little less indecent. I was trying to look sexy, not slutty. It was a fine line.

  "Well, hello," Tori said suggestively, and I followed her gaze to the right. Her blue eyes were pinned to a guy just off the dance floor, with short thick reddish-brown hair and a perfectly groomed full beard. He was dangerously good-looking and leanly muscular, with full sleeve tattoos and more ink on his chest peeking out of the v-neck of his red T-shirt. I shivered. That was the kind of man I steered clear of, and not because I didn't find him attractive. A bad-boy like that was my Kryptonite. The kind of man I might get hooked on and addicted to. The kind of man who might lure me into something more than a one-night stand or just being a fuck buddy.

  Tori threw her long blond curls back over her shoulder, and started walking seductively toward the guy, zooming in on him like a heat-seeking missile. Tori was more than welcome to him. I saw someone more to my liking next to him anyway.

  This guy was gorgeous. He was tall, with his broad muscular shoulders perfectly filling out the dark T-shirt he was wearing. His short dark hair was messily styled, and his dark brows framed some seriously beautiful dark eyes. Oh yeah, that was the one.

  I stalked toward my quarry, all wagging hips and sultry eyes. I caught his gaze half way across the distance between us, and threw him a sexy smile before his eyes moved down to my chest. I used my ample breasts to full effect as I sucked in a breath, making my chest rise and fall hypnotically. I watched in satisfaction as his mouth gaped open, and he continued staring. He didn't meet my eyes again until I was standing directly in front of him.

  This close, his warm brown eyes were even more beautiful than I thought, and there was an unbelievably sexy stubble on his face. I itched to have it rubbing between my thighs. He smiled back at me, his lips full and sensual. I wanted to bite his lower lip and tug on it. I leaned in close, so he could hear me, and also get a good look down at my cleavage again. He smelled amazing, a perfect blend of musky cologne and man.

  "Will you dance with me?" I asked him in a low sensual tone as I looked up at him through lowered lashes. His eyes slid up from my chest to my mouth, and he bit his lower lip slightly. Oh yeah, he was interested.

  "I'd love too," he said close to my ear, his voice smooth and deep, with a wry undertone. It was almost shiver inducing. He lifted a hand to me, and I took it. His grip was warm, firm, and confident as he laced his fingers with mine and led me out onto the crowded dance floor.

  He turned to face me when we found a clear spot to dance. He started to move, dancing close to me, but not invading my space as he eyed me appreciatively. The man could dance, his hips moving in a sexual way that wasn't over the top, but probably spoke of his ability in bed. It was a good sign.

  I danced closer to him, laying my hands on his abdomen, the hard planes of his muscles feeling good under my palms. He put his hands on my hips as we gyrated together. He leaned his head down and put his lips next to my ear.

  "What's your name?" he asked as one of his hands slid up to my lower back. I liked how warm it felt through the thin fabric of my dress.

  "Jenny," I answered as I brought my arms up around his neck and pressed my pelvis into his. Oh yeah, he was definitely turned on. "What's yours?"

  He raised his head to meet my eyes. "I'm Jake." His voice was husky now, and I could see desire simmering in his eyes. "Your eyes are the most stunning shade of blue I've ever seen. They're beautiful."

  "Thank you." I smiled warmly because Jake sounded like a nice guy. It was refreshing, compared to the guys who only seemed capable of complimenting my tits or my ass. I knew this whole thing was about sex, but it was nice to be treated like a lady occasionally.

  We danced for quite a while after that, neither of us talking as we moved together sensuously, even during the faster songs. I could feel a fine sheen of sweat covering my body as much from my physical exertion as the arousal Jake was inciting in me. The sexual chemistry between us was off the charts. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to sleep with him tonight, and that it would be incredible.

  When we finally decided to take a break, Jake led me to the bar and offered to buy me a drink. I took a moment to find Tori on the dance floor. She and the tattooed guy were all over each other. I caught her eye, and she gave me a nod, that I returned. It looked like both of us were going to get what we wanted tonight. I turned my attention back to Jake, and we both ended up taking a couple of shots of Patron before heading out to dance again.

  This time around, Jake was a lot more hands on, the tequila emboldening him. He grabbed my ass in both hands, and ground his pelvis into mine as the music pulsed around us. I could feel his sizable erection pressing against me, and I couldn't wait to see what he could do with it later. I clenched my fingers into his soft hair and pulled his face closer to me. He took the hint enthusiastically, and crushed his lips against mine, his tongue tangling with mine deliciously. He was an excep
tional kisser, and I couldn't help moaning as I wondered what else he could do with that talented mouth. I felt pulsing pleasure zip down to my clit and throb there tortuously.

  "Take me home with you," I murmured against his lips. "I want you to fuck me."

  He pulled back with an incredulous expression that quickly morphed into stark desire. One of his hands slid up into my dark hair, and he gave me another hard panty-soaking kiss before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him to the nearest exit. Luckily, I was adept at moving fast in my stilettos, or I might have stumbled and fell. As it was, I couldn't help laughing at his enthusiasm as we emerged into the warm and humid late July night.

  Jake turned abruptly and pressed my back against the nearby wall. He grabbed my ass in one hand, and cupped one of my breasts in the other roughly. Mmm, things just kept getting better. I dug my nails into his chest and reveled in his gasped reaction.

  "Where's your car?" I asked him breathlessly. I was feeling impatient and wanted to get out of here.

  "I don't drive when I drink," he said in a rough voice. "We'll take a cab."

  "You're awfully responsible," I said wryly as I met his gorgeous eyes.

  He shrugged with a sheepish smile. "I'd rather not have a D.U.I on my record."

  "Good point." I nodded once. "Let's get that cab then, because I'm not a patient woman."

  "Alright," he replied as his smile twisted wickedly.

  We were fortunate to get a cab within moments, and Jake chivalrously opened the door of the vehicle for me. He came around the other side and climbed in, giving the cabbie his address as he pulled the door closed. I immediately pulled my phone out of my wristlet and typed in his address, sending it to Tori. I looked over to see Jake eying me curiously as the cab pulled away from the curb.

  "What are you doing?" he asked in a perplexed tone.

  "I sent your address to a friend of mine," I explained evenly. "If she doesn't hear from me by a set time, then she'll have the cops knocking at your door."

  His eyes widened in surprise.

  "A girl can't be too careful these days." I shrugged one shoulder and put my phone away.

  "Okay," he said with a laugh. "I'll try not to shove you down a well in my basement, and send you lotion in a bucket with a rope before then."

  I raised my brows and gave him a wide-eyed stare of shock, somehow keeping my face straight. The humor in his eyes quickly turned to panic.

  "Whoa." He held his hands up in a placating gesture. "I'm just kidding."

  A smile finally managed to pull at one corner of my mouth. "I know," I said in amusement. "I'm just fucking with you."

  He snorted out a laugh. "Shit. You had me going there for a second."

  "Sorry," I told him as I scooted across the seat toward him. I put my lips against his ear. "I'll make it up to you later. I promise." I sucked his earlobe into my mouth, and nipped at it firmly. Jake groaned and pulled me into his lap. He kissed me yet again, his lips forceful and demanding,

  "Don't worry, Jenny," he whispered against my lips. "You're safe with me. I promise."

  "Oh yeah?" I asked with a smirk. "Why should I believe you?"

  "Because," he leaned back and gave me a wide toothy grin, "I don't even have a basement."

  I busted out laughing. Oh yeah, tonight was going to be a whole hell of a lot of fun.

  About the Author

  Samantha is a self-professed nerd from the Midwest, who loves anything with a good plot. She'll watch anything with werewolves, vampires, or zombies in it. She is a voracious reader and loves smutty romance novels and contemporary fantasy. Samantha started writing her first erotic romance in February of 2015, and now she can't stop. It's a passion that she can't shut off, nor would she want to. She loves animals, especially dogs, and if her husband let her, she'd have a dozen, but 2 are his limit. She's looking forward to sharing more of her books with the world.

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