Page 90 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Though I was a complete stranger when I’d arrived, Lily hadn’t hesitated to help me. Now it was my turn to take care of her. And I wanted her by my side for the rest of my days.

Lily studied me, seemingly gauging my intent. Words would never be enough. Only time would prove the depth of my feelings for her.

Cradling her head, I dipped my mouth and brushed my lips over hers. Her arms automatically wound around my neck, and I cautiously lifted her into my arms, then strode toward the bedroom.

I set her next to the bed and slowly stripped her shirt over her head. She wore no bra, and her eyes closed, her head dropping back in pleasure as I traced a circle around her nipple.

I skimmed one hand along her side as I dropped to my knees, then hooked my hands in the waistband of her yoga pants. I pulled them down and off, followed by the pair of pink panties she wore.

Finally, she stood beautifully bare before me. I ran my hands over her thighs and bottom, tilting her slightly toward me. I kissed one hipbone, then the other before skimming upward to her belly. I lightly kissed the area around the wound.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

She knew exactly what I was talking about. Her hand moved to the back of my head, but she didn’t say a word. I knew she would do it again in a heartbeat, just as I would put my life on the line for her.

I gave her a gentle push. “On the bed.”

She maneuvered to the middle of the mattress, and I crawled over her. “If I hurt you…”

“You won’t.” Her voice was strong and sure, and so damn trusting, that my heart seemed to fall right out of my chest.

I dropped to my elbows and slid my hands through her hair, cupping her head and lifting her face to meet mine. The weight of my body pressed her into the mattress, and her tight little nipples scraped my chest with every breath that filled her lungs.

Framing her face with my hands, I dipped my head and kissed her long and slow. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, I tasted her, devoured her. Beneath me, Lily threw herself into the kiss, matching me stroke for stroke.

I rolled my hips, testing her readiness. The heat of her core emanated around me, drawing me in, and I pressed forward, breaching her folds. It’d been weeks since we’d made love, and I had to clamp down on the urge to thrust deep inside her.

I kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, up and over her throat. I found her mouth again, and she nipped playfully at my lower lip. I rocked forward, and she sucked in a breath as I slid all the way in with one smooth motion.

Fully seated inside her, I dipped my head and lightly bit her neck, then soothed the spot with my tongue. “You feel so good.”

Her hands slid down my back, and I could feel her muscles tensing around me. Arching upward she lifted her hips, silently encouraging me to move. Slipping one hand under her ass, I ground into her, loving the feel of her silky heat.

She was everything I’d ever dreamed of, more than I could ever ask for. I’d known there was something extraordinary about her the moment I’d seen her, but this…

I’d never felt like this with a woman before. I wanted her every way, every single day. I wanted to burn my presence into every cell of her body so my touch was the only one she would ever remember.

Careful not to hurt her, I made love to her until she gasped and bucked beneath me, her inner muscles contracting and spurring my own release.

Afterward, I lay suspended over her, my weight on my elbows as I stared down at her. I stroked her cheeks, her temples, my gaze roving her beautiful features. “Mi corazón. Te amo más que a nada.”

Her eyes flared wide. There was no mistaking my words, but I said it again, with more conviction this time. “I love you more than anything.”

Her hands splayed over my back, her fingertips pressing into my skin. “I love you, too.”

Dipping my head, I kissed her long and slow until my muscles trembled from the strain of holding myself over her. I slowly retreated from her channel, then helped her to dress.

“I have something for you.” Dropping one more kiss on her lips, I took her hand in mine and led her to the kitchen.

Though Lily had started going into the shop from time to time, she was still restricted by the doctor’s orders. The temp was doing a fantastic job, but I knew Lily was disappointed to not be able to help just yet. I’d made a trip to Kalispell this morning in the hopes of finding something to cheer her up.

I settled her at the table, then retrieved the tall box from the table next to the door and placed it in front of her. Her gaze flicked to mine as she tugged on the yellow ribbon that released the sides of the box. They folded down, revealing a stunning orchid.

“It’s beautiful! I’ve always—” Just as she reached for it, her eyes went wide. Hands suspended in midair, she froze at the sight of the ring nestled within the bloom. “Oh, my God.”

I withdrew the diamond from the bud of the flower and held it up in front of her. “Lily, mi amor. Will you marry me?”

Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as her gaze jumped from me to the ring, then back again. “Oh, my God.”

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