Page 31 of Lucky Star

“No, that’s not my kink.”

I was about reply with some saucy comment about exploring all his kinks when his face took on a whole new look and the words dried on my tongue.

More serious now, Cameron’s brow creased, and he let out a long exhale as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. “I didn’t do this right the first time.” Dropping to his knees in front of me, he said, “Sarah Anne Travers, will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”

He flipped the top open, revealing an Edwardian-era ring with a raised diamond at its center. Two small, triangular sapphires flanked the larger stone. It was a work of art, the painstaking work of a master jeweler, and the most stunning ring I’d ever laid eyes on. Tentatively, I reached out to touch it but then let my hand drop.

I couldn’t believe it was mine.

That he was mine.

Cameron placed the ring on my left hand, the band fitting perfectly. “It was my great grandmother’s.”

“When did … how … but ...” I snapped my lips shut. I couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence.

“I was in Ohio picking this up the day Julie called to say I had a meeting with Broderick. I told my parents I was in love with you and that I was going to marry you someday—if you’d have me. I flew back that same night.”

“I don’t understand,” I whispered.

“Don’t you?” His eyes flicked between mine for a few long seconds, and then I understood.

Cameron’s proposal had seemed rash, but now I knew it hadn’t been as spontaneous as I’d believed.

He’d wanted me, always.

* * *

“That makes it official,”Cameron said, closing the door on the last of our departing guests. “No backing out now.”

“As if I would.”

“Good.” He led me to our bedroom, trailing a path of kisses down my neck as his large, warm hand made its way under my shirt. He cupped my breast and rolled my nipple between his fingers. “Too tired for naked play time?” he asked with a sexy smirk.

I sighed and stretched, letting out a groan as sore muscles contracted and then relaxed. “I’ll make you a deal. You undress me and have your wicked way with me, and I promise to do the same sometime when you’re too tired to do anything but just lay there.”

“Deal.” He tugged my shirt over my head.

Dropping into a crouch in front of me, he sucked my nipple between his lips. Soon, my exhaustion gave way to desire. I turned and pushed him down onto the mattress, straddling his hips. I fell forward, and he welcomed my eager kiss.

With strong hands anchored to my hips, he rocked me along the length of his shaft. Needing to feel him inside of me, I lifted my hips, and he helped me slide my panties down my legs before tossing them across the room. As I sank down, he surged upward, filling me to the hilt.

“I love fucking you,” I said sometime later, my breathing ragged as I chased my orgasm.

“Yeah, just like that,” he bit out between small grunts of pleasure. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I ground my hips down and felt the first evidence of my orgasm spiral out across my skin. My limbs tightened, and I saw pinpricks of light behind my eyelids. He glided upward, impaling me on the velvet steel of his cock, and I broke apart, sobbing his name.

Cameron flipped me onto my stomach and locked his arm around my middle. His had delved down so his fingers could dance over my sensitive clit. He fucked me hard and steady from behind, exactly the way I liked it, each thrust hitting my g-spot. Inch by incredible inch, he found his home inside of me. When my second orgasm hit, I felt him everywhere—behind me, in front of me, inside of me. Wanting that feeling to last forever, I met each of his thrusts with one of my own.

“I’m going to come,” he whispered in my ear. “Push back, hold me tight.”

I did as he asked, gyrating my hips in fast, insistent circles as he pumped himself into my soft, warm flesh. He sucked in a ragged breath and with a final thrust, he cried out my name. As he filled my pussy, I came a third time, milking him dry as pulsating waves rolled over my body.

We collapsed in a heap of sweaty, sated limbs, a smile on our faces.

I’d never been happier or more in love.

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