Page 93 of Offside Angel

She cries out, her body beginning to pulse around me. “And then?”

The fact she wants more is why we’re perfect. We can’t get enough. We never will, either of us.

Black creeps into the edge of my vision. I’m half out of my body already, absolutely lost in her. But I manage a breathy laugh. “Then I press you back against a wall, wrap your legs around me, and fuck you. The way we did the first time. The way we did when I found you in that motel.”

Mira wraps a hand around my neck and bends backward. “Sounds like you have it all planned out.”

I close my eyes, a stupid smile I can’t hide spreading across my face. “You have no fucking idea, Mira. I’ve had more than enough time to think about it. I know exactly what I want to do with you.”

“Tell me every last detail,” she breathes.

“I will.” I slip my hand from her hip and press my thumb to the point directly between her legs. “But not until you come.”

On the next roll of her hips, her breath catches.

And she dissolves like sugar in the water.

Mira melts against me, her face buried in my neck as her chest heaves and her thighs tremble. I wrap my arms around her, pinning her close, and drive into her. Again and again until I’m groaning into her skin.

“Perfect.” I lick the water from her shoulder and she rises up to look at me. Her eyes are bright, like she’s glowing. “Fucking perfect.”

“I didn’t realize poetry was on the schedule. You’re a natural talent.” She smiles and smooths her fingers across my chest. She has to know what she’s doing to me. When her lips tilt in a half-smile, I’m positive she does. “Okay, I came. Now, it’s your turn. What are you going to do with me?”

The words slip out without any hesitation, as easy as breathing. “I’m going to marry you.”

35

MIRA

Zane is still inside of me. The last pangs of my orgasm are lightly pulsing around him. Goosebumps spread across my skin as the bath water cools and evaporates. His thumbs stroke half-moons over my ribs and his skin is blazing hot.

But I’m numb to everything except the panic.

“What did you just say?”

Zane gives me an easy smile like he isn’t turning my world upside down. “Marry me, Mira.”

My heart stops and then… then, I almost laugh. Because I must have misunderstood.

“You want to get married someday, I know.” I press my palm to his chest and his heart is beating oddly fast, even considering we just had sex.

“Not ‘someday.’ Now. Right now.” He leans forward until his breath whispers over my cheek. “Marry me, Mira.”

“Oh.” I shrink back like he’s a live wire. Actually, a live wire in the bathtub might be less shocking than the words coming out of his mouth. “That’s a question. You’re asking me to marry you.”

“A couple times now. If you don’t answer soon, I might start to worry.”

The answer swells inside of me, stealing my breath. Yes. Over and over again, yes.

But I swallow it down. “You don’t have to do this, Zane. You don’t—I see what’s happening here, but I’m okay. I’m alive and the doctors all fully expect me to live. One hundred percent chance of survival.”

“I’m aware.” His brows pull together. “If there was a chance you’d die, we’d be having a much different conversation, believe me.”

“I just mean, we have time. So much time.”

Zane studies me for a moment. Then he shakes his head and starts to climb out of the tub. “Maybe this will make more sense with clothes on.”

Water shimmers across his tan skin. Muscles shift and pull as he pads naked across the tile floor, and my mouth goes dry. I want him again.

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