Page 93 of Accidental Vegas Vows

I pulled the little wooden box from my pocket. “Olivia,” I parroted, pressing my lips just briefly against her desperately hidden grin. I popped the lid open and held it between us, the light green, oval cut sapphire in the center reflecting and glinting off the last few rays of sunlight. Along the sides of the gem, lab-grown, circular diamonds tapered off until it was just the golden band.

Her glossy eyes flitted between mine and the ring I held in front of her.

“For the record, I bought this before Ethan gave me the papers,” I said, swallowing down my pride. We hadn’t brought up any of that since we’d been on the dock, and mentioning it now, in the midst of this, felt like a stab. But I needed to make it clear. “I told myself then that if, by some miracle, you wanted to stay married to me, I’d give it to you. I wanted to give you a proper wedding. I wanted to do it right, even though we’d started it wrong.”

“Are you serious?” she croaked, her shaking fingers plucking the box from my hand.

I nodded. “I missed you every fucking second of the last three months,” I rasped. “And I’ve loved you for longer than that. I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself.”

She sniffled as she lifted the ring off of the moss-covered pillow. “I love you. Is this ethical?”

I couldn’t stop the creeping laugh coming up and out of my throat. “Of course it’s ethical. Who the fuck do you think I am? I didn’t just waltz into a Kay Jewelers and pick the first thing I saw?—”

Her lips met mine, her shaking hand resting against my cheek. “I want to see the receipt,” she giggled against my lips.

“Absolutely not.”

“Just for the date of purchase!”

I snorted. “Okay, fine, I’ll show you that. But you don’t get to see the price.”

She kissed me again, and again, and again, her mouth like a saving grace or a whispered prayer for salvation against mine. I didn’t want it to stop, didn’t want to ever have to pull away from her, didn’t want another three months or another three seconds without her touching me.

But she hadn’t answered me yet. “Is that a yes?” I breathed, my lips just an inch from hers, my hand tucked against her jaw and neck just beneath her ear and my other around the small of her back.

“You haven’t actually asked me, yet,” she laughed. “You’ve just said a lot of sweet things and showed me a ring.”

Oh, fuck. She was right.

I must have gotten so swept up in her reaction that I hadn’t even said it.

“Marry me,” I grinned, pressing my lips against hers. “Marry me again, princess.”

She let out a dramatic, over-the-top sigh, her giggles only barely concealed. “I don’t know, Dame, you’re almost twice my age?—”

“Oh, for fucks sake, Liv, I’m taking that as a yes.”

————

Bare, beautiful, and strewn across my bed as the ship rocked so gently that we could barely feel it was exactly how I wanted to keep her forever.

I kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, her collarbones. I kissed her breasts, careful not to brush over her nipples because of the soreness she’d vocalized earlier. I kissed her stomach and the roundness of it, stopped to watch in awe as I held either side of it, feeling the brief little shifts of our daughter. I kissed her thighs, and I kissed what lay between them.

I spent far too long there.

Her moans ripped through the cabin of the yacht as she came around my fingers, her hands tugging at my hair, my tongue against her clit. I tasted every drop of her that coated my hand, relished the flavor of her and the slight differences it had now. Still perfect. Still her.

But my cock was straining against the only pieces of clothing still left on my body, and although my shirt and sweater had long since disappeared, I was aching to remove everything from my lower half. I was aching to be inside of her.

“What’s most comfortable for you?” I rasped, coming up for a mouthful of air as she twitched around my sunken fingers.

“What… what do you mean?” Her lashes fluttered as the haze of her orgasm left her slightly delirious. I couldn’t help but chuckle at how easily I managed to make her undone.

“Liv,” I grinned, repositioning myself above her as I slowly slid my fingers out of her. She whined her disappointment at the emptiness. “I’m going to fuck you now, princess. What position would be the most comfortable?”

A blush spread across her cheeks. “Um… shit, I don’t know,” she breathed, her stomach rising and falling with every intake of air. “Me on top, maybe.”

“You got it.”

---