Page 67 of Wanted

“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Are you serious?” He laughed, but I couldtell he was annoyed I was treating him as if he would shatter.

“Yes, and if you don’t listen to me, I’ll leave you to finishyourself off.” We were involved in one heated staring contest. “Do youunderstand me?”

There was no way he wanted to give in, but I could tell he knewit was the lesser of two evils. “Fine,” he relented.

“Good.” My hands covered my breasts, playing with my nipples untilthey pebbled from my touch. “Are these what you want?”

“You know I do. Now, stop torturing me before I flip you on yourback and overexert myself by fucking you senseless.”

As he teased me, I made love to my man.

Nice and slow.

Only once since my final warning did he try and switch up thepace, but he quickly slowed, giving me back the control I demanded. I nibbledhis lips as I continued to ride him, swallowing his grunts as he toed the fineline of destruction.

“Come with me, Sara. Come with me now.”

I sat up straighter, placed his hands on my breasts and broughtit home.

For the both of us.

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Sara

My body was perfectly molded to his, his strong arms wrappingaround me as he snuggled in close behind me.

“Sara,” he whispered, his breath cascading over the shell of myear. He was already starting to harden, his excitement pressing into the smallof my back.

“Yes,” I mumbled, tired from hours of slow and torturouslovemaking.

“Let’s get married.” As soon as the words were spoken, he placedhis hand on my waist and turned me over, giving me no choice but to look athim.

Is he serious?

“Are you serious?” I asked, stricken dumb with shock.

He smirked. Typical Alek fashion. “Not the response I was lookingfor, but I’ll go with it.” He placed a sweet kiss on my lips before pullingback. “Yes, I’m serious.”

I sat up in bed, needing to prepare for the conversation we weregoing to have. “But we haven’t even lived together that long.”

“So?”

“So, don’t you think we’re rushing?” I fiddled with the sheets whichcovered my lap. My bare breasts were in full view for him to enjoy, but theydid nothing to distract him from continuing his sudden topic of conversation.

“Not at all. I know I want to spend the rest of my life withyou.” He pulled me back down on the bed, positioning me so I was lying on topof him. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” Why did he lookso worried I was going to say no? Running my hand along his jaw, his stubbletickled my palm. I looked into his beautiful green eyes and told him theabsolute truth.

“I do,” I confirmed.Funnychoice of words.

“Then what’s the problem?” He held his breath, waiting for me toanswer. I think he assumed I was going to argue with him, or stubbornly pointout the reasons we shouldn’t charge head-on into such a big commitment. But Ihad nothing. He was totally right. Why were we waiting?

“There is no problem,” I said, tangling my fingers in his hair. Mytongue pushed against his luscious lips, asking for permission to taste him. Itwas granted immediately. His need for me intensified the longer our mouthsdueled for ownership. When I thought he was going to push inside me, he pulledback and hopped off the bed. Reaching for me, he grabbed my hand and tugged forme to stand in front of him.

“Stay here,” he demanded, giving me another quick kiss before hedisappeared into his closet. He reappeared, stalking toward me as if I was hisvery lifeline and he needed to touch me in order to stay alive.In his hand was a small, black jewelry box. “I’mgoing to do this officially.” He laughed, suddenly becoming nervous.

Slowly, he lowered himself until he was on one knee. Taking myleft hand in his, he professed his undying love for me. “Sara, baby. I’ve lovedyou for what seems like forever. The day I walked into your shop was the firstday of the rest of my life. I know it may sound cliché, but it’s absolutelytrue. Your love has made me a better man. Every day, I try and show you howmuch you mean to me, and I’ll keep trying until I take my last breath.” Blowingout an anxious breath, he asked, “Sara Nicole Hawthorne, will you do me thehonor of becoming my wife?”

As he looked up at me, a pensive look in his eye with each secondthat slipped by in silence, I fell even more in love with him. I’d waited myentire life for him, and I wasn’t going to go another day without lettingeveryone know how much we were destined to be together.

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