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Brett slipped the ring on her finger and smiled. Amy held out her hand to admire the ring. It was simple, but gorgeous. And it was Brett’s ring!
“I wanted to ask you that morning on the beach, but I chickened out.”
“This way was so much better.” She laughed.
“I’m so sorry about last night.”
“It looked like you were kissing her.”
“I wasn’t. I swear. She tried to kiss me, but I wouldn’t let her. What you saw was me pushing her away.”
Amy flung her arms around Brett and buried her face in his neck. “I love you.”
He hugged her so tight it was hard to breathe, but she didn’t care. She was in Brett’s arms, and he was now her fiancé. He could do whatever the hell he wanted so long as he was doing it to her or with her.
“I love you, too, Amy, so much.” He kissed her neck. “Can we go home now? Together?”
“Yes.” She released him and looked into his piercing blue eyes. “Take me home and make love to me, Brett.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brett lay in bed next to Amy and watched her sleep. He stroked her hair. She agreed to marry him! When he’d planned that whole thing at the studio, he had serious doubts that it would actually work. And when she’d barely said anything, and just stood there crying, he really didn’t think it would work. But she’d said yes and that’s all that mattered. Amy would be his wife.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you,” she said.
“I thought you were sleeping.”
Amy rolled over to face him. “No, I can’t stop staring at my ring.” She laughed.
He smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Like it? Are you kidding? I love it.” She put her hand on his cheek and leaned up to kiss him. “I’m never taking it off.”
“Good.” Brett gently pushed her onto her back and brought his body over hers, spreading her legs and settling between them.
He didn’t enter her, but he did push his erection against her, letting her know that he wanted her again. The urgency he’d felt on the island disappeared. Now that she’d agreed to be his wife, he didn’t feel the need to rush things. He had the rest of his life to make love to her, and he was going to enjoy savoring every second of their time together.
She trailed her fingers down the length of his arms and back up again, lifting her hips to meet him. “You’re insatiable,” she teased.
“Only for you, baby.” Brett slipped his tongue into her mouth and then slipped his cock into her pussy.
She moaned into his mouth, but he didn’t release her lips. He liked the feel and sound of her moans against his lips and tongue. Brett reached down and put one hand on her waist, pinning her to the bed. But he didn’t increase his speed at all.
“Brett,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips, writhing against him. “Please, I need more. I want you to fuck me.”
He raised a brow and grinned. “Oh yeah?”
God, he loved it when she talked like that, when she told him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Brett pulled out of her and kneeled between her legs. He grabbed her hips and pulled her so that her ass and thighs were resting on his. Then he shoved his cock into her with one hard thrust.
“Like this?” His movements were relentless, hard, determined.
“Yes!” Her screams encouraged him, and he fucked her so hard he was surprised she didn’t tell him to stop. Amy clutched his arms, her nails scratching him as she did. “Oh God, yeah, that’s...” Her words were lost as her orgasm tore through her.
“Fuck, Amy, so tight.” Christ, her pussy got unbearably tight every time she came.
Brett brought his body forward so that her legs were bent and her knees rested on her shoulders. His hands were on either side of her head, and he kissed her just as hard as he fucked her. The feel of his balls slapping against her with each forward thrust was slowly weakening his control – not that he had much left to begin with, but he was definitely losing it.
