Page 72 of Wanting Mr Black

“Officially. I’m not saying I want to get married next week, but I don’t want to wait months and months either.”

I frown. At this rate, we’ll be married by Christmas. “So, when are you saying you want to get married?”

“Within the next six months.”

My eyes widen in slight panic. He does want us married by Christmas.

“Six months! It takes ages to plan a wedding. I should know; I’m a bloody wedding planner.”

He slides his hands around my waist and pulls me to him, meeting my eyes. “It’s just … now that I’ve found you, I want us to get on with our lives together. I want to make you mine. I want to leave the city and my past behind and begin my new lifewith you. I want to live in the suburbs and start a family and our future together.”

He’s just outlined my perfect happily ever after, and my heart sings.

“I’ll start looking at venues when we get home,” I agree.

He plants a kiss on my lips and rests his forehead against mine. “Good. And Mum will insist on throwing us an engagement party, by the way.”

I sigh and stroke my fingers across the scruff of his jaw, imagining the furore once I’ve broken the news to my family. “Mum and Martin will be beside themselves with excitement.”

He laughs softly. “I can imagine. Lucy will be bad enough. Apparently, when Big Steve told her I was going to propose, she didn’t stop screaming for five minutes.”

“That’s why she was acting weird earlier on,” I say as the penny drops. “She knew.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you about the yacht. I’d planned for us to take a walk around the marina, and I was going to surprise you when we got there, but Lucy changed that plan.”

“I knew it! I saw her give you a funny look when she came to drop your luggage off. And then when we went down into the cabin of the boat, she said something weird, and I thought she was going to cry at one point.” I smile. “She loves a bit of gossip. Big Steve letting her in on the fact that you were going to propose would probably have made her day.”

Art smiles. “You two are so close; I thought it was only right she knew. Even if she nearly did blow it.”

I look out at the ocean. “I hope she’s okay. Should we head back to the boat?”

“Lucy and Big Steve are more than okay.” He scoops his arms around my waist and squeezes me into a tight hug. “We’ll go back in a while. I want you to myself a little longer.”

My gaze travels across his broad chest and down to the undulations of his abs to rest on the V of his hips. I want him to myself a little longer too.

He follows my line of sight. “I love being inside you.”

He’s still there, and he has made no attempt to move.

“Do you think we’ll turn into one of those couples who only has sex twice a month after we’re married?” I tease.

He frowns, not seeing the funny side. “I don’t think so. More like twice a day, you mean.”

“Twice a day!”

“And that still won’t be enough. I could spend all day, every day, making love to you, and it still wouldn’t be enough. It’s never enough. I can’t get enough of you.”

He kisses me and lowers us back down onto the blanket, pulling me to him. As he rolls me over, I feel him stiffen inside me, and a groan falls from my lips at the sensation of him filling me again.

I can’t get enough of him either.

Thirty-Six

The glistening jet stands majestic in the shimmering afternoon light. The black car grinds to a halt on the runway, and I stare out of the window, slightly in awe. The closest I’ve been to a jet is what I’ve seen on TV, usually when members of the royal family arrive in some far-flung corner of the land. The impressive, sleek design and the fact that it must cost a small fortune to hire do nothing to soften the blow that our magical, loved-up bubble is about to burst. It’s time to go home.

I climb out of the car and step onto the tarmac. Art walks round the back of the car and places a hand on the small of myback, guiding me across the runway amid the deafening sound of the jet engines.

We climb up the metal steps and enter the cabin. Two rows of cream leather seats face the front, and the aisle stretches on and on down the right side of the aircraft. The colour scheme’s all neutrals and shiny dark wood, and it looks very swish.

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