Hearts of Glass (The Glass Trilogy Book 3) by Arianne Richmonde

and he groaned, I found myself screeching on my brakes. It wasn’t just doctors’ orders I was following, but my own fear, rooted deep inside my subconscious. Plus, now knowing that marriage wasn’t on the cards, sex suddenly felt recreational, not spiritual. I wasn’t mentally strong enough for that. Maybe I was subconsciously doing an Anne Boleyn on him; not giving him what he desired until he asked for my hand. Driving him crazy until I got what I wanted. Could I be that controlling? Perhaps. But my logic told me that had nothing to do with it. The doctors had advised me to keep him steady, and the way Daniel fucked was anything but . . .
    “I need to be inside you, baby. Please. Has there been someone else? Is that your little secret?”
    I rolled my eyes like a child. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
    “I was joking.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip then caught that sexy lip lightly with his teeth. “Lie next to me. Come.”
    I skulked back to the bed and lay beside him, pouting, still fixated on his comment about my imagining his proposal. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and drew me in close. I could smell him . . . the full-on Daniel Glass aroma, no longer tinged with the odor of the hospital. I inhaled him deeply and it calmed me despite my hurt.
    He brought his lips to my ear. “Thinking about your wet, tight pussy has me constantly hard. All I can concentrate on, twenty-four seven, is being deep inside you, fucking you, making you come, and fucking you again.”
    I wanted more than just sex. I wanted the whole package—and not just the package below his waist. “Daniel, the doctors—”
    “Fuck the doctors, I need you, Janie. Look, feel this, feel how hard I still am. You do this. Just being in the same room as you has been driving me insane.” He took my hand and placed it once more on his pajama bottoms, where his erection was still thick and eager. I gasped but this time he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He began to undo the ties to his pants and guided my hand under the fabric. My gaze wandered to his chiseled six-pack, which had become even more defined while he was bedridden. He took my thumb and lay it on the tip of his wide, lubricated crest. It was throbbing, moving of its own accord. I felt familiar liquid heat between my thighs.
    “Today is the day I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice gruff. “No more procrastinating, Janie.”
    “But Daniel, I’m not ready—”
    “You will be, believe me. In a few minutes you’ll be lying on your back, legs akimbo, begging me. All those silly excuses about doctor’s orders will be out the window, guaranteed.”
    “They’re not excuses . . .” I trailed off, not sure what to say next.
    “I know what the real issue is,” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead and fumbling in his pajama pocket for what I assumed was a condom.
    “What?” Maybe it was true. Maybe the doctor thing was a way of protecting myself from getting hurt. After all the shit I’d been through in the last week: Daniel’s coma, being abducted and locked up by Kristin, the animals in the lab, ending up in hospital myself, ill yet again . . . I was more vulnerable than ever, edgy and fearful. I needed to guard myself emotionally.
    “Bring your fingers down here,” he said, bringing my attention back to his body, guiding my hands under his, between the space of his massive penis and his abdomen. “Do you feel it?”
    I giggled uneasily. “How could I not? It’s ginormous!”
    “Maybe you’ll realize, Janie, that what comes attached is something romantic and forever binding, not just sexual.”
    I was flummoxed, but then I understood what he was talking about. My fingertips felt something hard lodged at the base . . . I stuck my finger through a metal hole . . . a ring?
    “A ring?” I asked.
    “Not just any ring, baby. Put it on your engagement finger.”
    I drew my hand out, and with my other hand slipped the jeweled ring