Page 78 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

A tremor passed through her, but she wasn’t the source. The shudder had been passed on from him.

Georgia yelped as Rainer grabbed her hips, entering her with one slow thrust. Then he withdrew and slammed back in, burying his shaft to the hilt.

Helpless in his hold, Georgia turned her head, one cheek flat on the coverlet, her hands fisting as Rainer began to stroke in and out. Closing her eyes, she focused on the hot brand invading her, clamping down every time the steely shaft thrust home.

She got a warning tap on her behind for her trouble, but Georgia didn’t stop, and it snapped what little restraint Rainer had left. He began to pound into her, the sounds of hips slapping against her ass drowned out by her helpless cries.

Splintering, Georgia throbbed around him, falling forward on the bed because her arms couldn’t support her. Rainer snaked an arm around her, a hand squeezing her breast while the other wrapped around her neck. Grinding and thrusting, he swore under his breath until his whole body tensed, his cock jerked, and she was flooded with liquid fire.

When Georgia came to she was lying in the middle of the bed, her bonds undone. Rainer was wrapped around her like the big spoon, his cock softer but still substantial inside her.

Taking one of his big hands in both of hers, she brought it to her mouth, pressing a kiss to the back before cuddling it against her chest.

“I need my hand for a sec.”

Humming in displeasure, Georgia reluctantly released his arm. Rainer did something behind her, then he set something in front of her on the mattress.

Georgia frowned at the navy-blue velvet jeweler’s box.

“When our kids ask later, this is not how I did this,” he informed her in a matter-of-fact voice. “I did not propose to you after some extremely hot and dirty sex where you were tied to my bed. For future reference, I did this in some glamorous European city, maybe at the top of the Eiffel tower or during a romantic gondola ride.”

Startled, she twisted to face him. Rainer looked down at her, but he wasn’t smiling. His expression was deadly serious.

“I love you, George.”

Gasping, she reached out for him reflexively, pressing her face into his chest.

“George?” His fingertips tapped her behind.

“I love you, too.” Her voice was muffled against his chest—which was vibrating with his laughter.

“Good.” He pressed his chest against the top of her head. “Although I have to admit I kind of knew you did, else I wouldn’t have had the courage to ask you to marry me.”

Raising her eyes to his face, Georgia worked a hand between them to wipe away the rogue tear that had just escaped.

“Yeah, you were pretty safe.” She hadn’t exactly hidden how she felt, even when it would have been better—her painfully obvious crush leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Except Georgia didn’t have the tools to do that. Not with this man. One look and she’d lost whatever barriers she’d had, leaving her defenseless. “I didn’t know how.”

A corner of his mouth turned up, the warmth in Rainer’s face making him impossibly more handsome. “Which is why you are my favorite person in the world.”

His finger moved to stroke her lip. “I’ve seen you with other people enough to know it’s only me you look at like…like…”

“Like a pathetic star-struck teenager?” she finished.

His kiss soothed whatever lingering embarrassment she might have felt. “What you are is perfect. And if you hadn’t been so shy, you would have seen that I looked at you the same way you did me. The way you love me is a gift, which is why I’m putting a ring on it…so do you want to see it?”

Laughing, she opened the box. “Holy mother—”

Rainer slipped the gorgeous thing out of the little slit in the cushion. The round yellow stone was breathtaking. On the band was delicately formed striations vaguely reminiscent of stylized wings, giving the piece an art deco flair.

“I took some liberties with the design, altering it a bit so it would suit,” he said, his eyes flicking to hers to check her reaction.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, stars in her eyes. “It reminds me of something.”

His smile widened, and she knew he had chosen something special to her for his inspiration. Her hands cupped the one holding the ring.

“What is it?” she asked. An image was hovering at the edge of her consciousness, but it kept slipping away.

The light in his eyes sparkled. “Okay, so picture a gold plate with a touch of red in place of the rose-cut canary diamond.”

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