Page 46 of Finding Love

The box in my pocket feels heavier than it already did, which is saying something. The weight of the ring I’ve carried around countless times is almost enough to crush me. I’ve always heard the saying about something burning a hole in somebody’s pocket, but I never considered it literally.

I have the whole night planned like I did before—dinner, champagne, and flowers. She deserves something special, something beautiful.

However, when I check in with my gut, this moment feels real. It feels right—the waves gently lapping at the shore, the two of us on the beach, nothing but sunshine and salt air. We might as well be the only two people on Earth when I gaze into her eyes, and she stares into mine.

“Marry me,” I whisper, my forehead touching hers. “Be my wife. Marry me, Emilia Washington.”

Her head snaps back slightly, eyes widening, her mouth falling open. “Did I hear that right?” she breathes out.

“You did.” I can’t believe I’m about to do something so corny, so unlike me, but she deserves this. She deserves the entire moment, beginning to end, which is what lowers me to one knee in the sand. Her hands are shaking, and tears well in her eyes.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, smiling and crying at the same time.

“I was going to do this the first time we were here,” I confess. “That was my plan. Giving you an amazing night, treating you like the queen you are. We’re still doing that tonight,” I add, and her head falls back so she can shout her laughter toward the sky.

“We don’t need to,” she insists, still giggling when she looks at me again.

“We will, but I couldn’t wait,” I conclude with a shrug. “It felt right… now, in this moment. I can’t wait to tell you how completely and totally I love you. How committed I am to our future. And how I’d be the happiest, luckiest son of a bitch on Earth if you would be my wife. Will you? Will you marry me, Emilia?”

“You know I will.” That’s all she manages to get out before her tears turn to gusty sobs, dropping to her knees to throw her arms around my neck. This is more than enough. Right here, the two of us wrapped in each other, it’s everything. All I will ever need.

“Oh, I forgot. Shit, I fucked it all up.” I could kick myself as I fumble in my pocket before pulling out the box.

“You didn’t fuck up anything,” she insists, beaming. “This is all so beautiful.”

I know she means it, but I’m going to do this the right way. “I’ve been carrying this around since before that first trip. My mother gave it to me for you.”

Her teary eyes bulge when she takes her first look at the ring. “Luca, it’s gorgeous.” She touches her shaking hands to her chest. “I can’t believe it. So beautiful.”

“Which makes it perfect for you.” It slides easily over her ring finger, and the center diamond sparkles wildly in the sun. My heart swells when she holds her hand out to admire it, tilting it back and forth to catch the brilliant sparkles that remind me of the sparkling water beyond the sand.

“I love it. I love you.” She takes my face in her hands and pulls me in for a deep, slow kiss that gives me no choice but to wrap my arms around her and clutch her tight against me.

When my stiffening dick presses against her, she releases a throaty groan before breaking the kiss to give me a wicked grin. “What a shame it’s too cold to strip you naked here and now,” she murmurs in a low voice.

“We’re not far from the house,” I remind her, groping her ass until she squeals and fights her way to her feet.

“Race you.” She’s already running by the time I stand, kicking sand up behind her, squealing and laughing. “Last one there has to go down on the other one first!”

Like that’s an incentive to beat her, though I doubt I could if I tried. Some people are better at running in sand than others. Since I am nowhere near as fast as she is, she’s waiting at the door by the time I reach the house, arms folded, her foot tapping. “I guess this means you have to pleasure me,” she observes with a dramatic sigh.

Rather than answering words, I bend to throw her over my shoulder once I have the door unlocked. Her screams of laughter echo through the first floor as I carry her up the stairs, heading straight for the bedroom. I barely give her time to unzip her jacket when I’ve thrown her to the bed before I’m on her, my hands running over her body, unbuttoning her jeans, pulling off her shoes to peel the denim away from her soft legs and over her feet.

“What a shame you’re such a fast runner.” I toss my coat aside and tug off my sweater, but that’s all I can manage to do before there’s no choice except fall to my knees between Emilia’s spread thighs. There’s nothing I would rather do than run my tongue over her silky skin, inching my way closer to the place where she’s hot and wet, where her aroma draws me in and promises the pleasure of her addictive pussy.

“How do you do this to me?” she whispers. I look up to find her head rolling from side to side while she runs her fingers through my hair. “One touch and I’m soaking wet.”

She isn’t lying. By the time I reach the crease between her leg and her plump, smooth lips, there is a wet spot spreading over her thong’s crotch. I brush my nose over it, inhaling deeply, pulling her into my lungs, and letting her wreak havoc on my senses.

There’s nothing in the world but this now. My entire focus is trained on her, on this. I peel away her thong and part her lips with my tongue, driving it deep, lapping as much of her wetness as I can before going back for more and more.

By the time I close my lips around her clit, she’s moaning my name, her body undulating like the waves outside. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life doing this to her. Kissing, touching, and licking until she falls apart. I plan on making it my life’s mission to unravel her every chance I get.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she whimpers out between panting for air, scraping her nails over my scalp, holding my head close, and riding my face as pleasure takes over for everything else. She’s losing herself, and it’s because of me and what only I can do to her body. I can suck on her clit and caress her skin, and she’s helpless. “Just like that,” she begs, hips frantically jerking. “Make me come.”

All I can do is obey and hang on for dear life when her hips begin to buck and her thighs close around my head, blocking out everything but the blood rushing in my ears. I can’t help but chuckle as pride surges through me with the flood rushing from her when she explodes, screaming for me.

Instead of letting up, I work two fingers inside her tight channel, playing with her G-spot while her juices run onto my palm, and she continues moaning, writhing. “Come for me again,” I growl out, reaching up with my free hand to play with her tits before flicking my tongue over her clit again. I want her to feel everything, to experience pleasure like she doesn’t know exists. Because she’s mine, she’s agreed to always be mine, and that makes it my responsibility. I must be the luckiest man on Earth.

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