Page 47 of Full House

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Victoria blinked, and her eyes zeroed in on Nate. “What?”

He picked up her left hand, kissing her ring finger. “I know I’m doing this ass backward. I don’t have a ring. Well, I don’t have a ring here, it’s at home, but—”

“You already bought me a ring?”

“I did. I bought it months ago.”

Victoria felt her mouth drop open, beyond words.

“I knew I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. I also knew I had to take it slow. You had apprehension written all over your face from the get-go, and I didn’t want to bombard you with too much, too fast. But don’t mistake my patience for acceptance. I knew I would make you mine and nothing—not even you—would keep that from happening.

“Before I left, I’d planned to talk with you about moving in with me—take the next step in nudging you in the right direction—but in light of recent events,” he laid a hand on her stomach, “I’m throwing my take it slow playbook out the window.

“So, Victoria Rachel Lee, I might not be down on one knee, but that doesn’t change the fact I want you to be my wife. Now, tell me you’ll marry me.”

She saw the pulse in his neck jumping at a frantic pace and placed her hand over his heart. “It’s beating so fast.”

He covered her hand with his own. “I’m scared to death what your answer will be.”

She shook her head not understanding his fear. “Why?”

“Because I don’t know what I’d do if you said no. I love you so damn much. I want you with me forever.”

“I don’t know.” She tinged her voice with a hint of sarcasm. “I need to think about this. Forever’s an awfully long time.” She watched Nate’s lips twist up and gave in to her own smile.

He pulled her to him, burying his face in her neck. “So, is that a yes?”

She pulled back, gripping his shoulders. “Only you would get that. Get me. Yes. It’s a big, fat yes.”

He kissed her, his hands roaming down her back to find her ass before rolling them, her on her back with Nate over her. “Thank you.”

Twin pools of happiness gazed down upon her, and she melted, whispering, “Anytime, stud.”

Her toes curled as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She looked through slit lids to find Nate between her legs, soft beams of sunlight igniting his hair.

Her favorite way to wake.

His strokes were leisurely, yet no less effective, as his tongue licked through her folds and swirled around her clit. A moan fell from her lips as her hands gripped the sheets and her hips surged.

Nate’s head popped up, a smile hitting his lips. “Good morning.”

“Mmm, yes, it is.”

His fingers came into play, gliding effortlessly into her. “So wet.”

He continued with his mouth, his fingers in sync with the flicking of his tongue. “I want you to come for me.”

“I’m close.”

“How close?”

“Very.”

“Good.”

Then his mouth latched onto her, sucking hard on her clit while his fingers slammed into her. Her back arched off the bed as a cry flew from her lips. Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure raced up her spine. She crashed back down on the bed, spent, as Nate’s fingers resumed their leisurely pace, riding out the last ripples of her orgasm.

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