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Spring grinned at Jenna, feeling a wave of gratitude for her support.“Thanks, Jenna. I promise to make you a bridesmaid. Or a groomswoman. Whichever you prefer.”
“Hey, now!” Kelsey’s dark brows rose to her hairline, but her eyes still gleamed with amusement.“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself, Spring? You haven’t even proposed yet. And I haven’t accepted.” She tilted her head.“Aren’t you worried I might turn you down?”
For a moment, Spring considered dropping down on one knee right then and there, but he knew deep down that he wanted the proposal to be perfect for Kelsey. He needed to wait for the right time to ask her to marry him.
Now that she was back in Snowberry Springs, he had some time to plan the perfect moment, but he wouldn’t take too long. He didn’t want Kelsey to doubt his sincerity and leave again.
“Nope,” he shot back.“But just so you know—I’m serious about this, Kelsey. About us.”
“Me too,” she replied softly.
Jenna groaned loudly.“Oh, God, you guys are too much. Go!” She made shooing motions with her hands.
Laughing, Kelsey went behind the sofa and picked up a small duffel bag.
Spring gallantly took it from her and carried it downstairs and out to where she’d parked her Subaru.
Anticipation bubbled up as Spring got in his pickup and drove back to the ranch. A mix of excitement and nerves coursed through his veins. He kept glancing up at his rearview mirror to make sure Kelsey’s headlights were still behind him.
Upon arriving at his house, Spring saw all the lights were off, except for the flickering blue light from his living room TV. Together, he and Kelsey quietly tiptoed up the porch steps.
They shared a conspiratorial grin. Spring eased open his front door with the utmost care. Once inside, they spotted Grandma Abigail fast asleep on the sofa in front of the TV. Her gentle snores filled the dimly lit living room. Spring gave Kelsey a reassuring wink, covered his grandma with an afghan, and then they continued their stealthy journey down the hall to his bedroom.
Kelsey couldn’t resist peeking into April and Abby’s rooms.“I can’t wait to see them in the morning,” she whispered.
“You’ll see them for breakfast tomorrow and every morning thereafter, if that’s what you want,” Spring whispered back.
Kelsey nodded and went up on her tiptoes, planting a tender kiss on Spring’s lips.“I want that very much.”
“And I want you very much too,” he replied, his voice husky with emotion.
He took Kelsey’s hand and led her into his bedroom.
Chapter 20
Happily Ever After
“Kelsey,” Spring whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear,“how quiet could you be if I fucked the hell out of you right now?”
Kelsey gave a soft huff of laughter.“Quiet as a mouse,” she assured him in a murmur, her heart pounding in anticipation.“Can’t risk waking up Abigail, after all.”
As if on cue, Kelsey heard the faint sound of snoring coming from the living room couch.
“Good.” Spring kissed his way from her ear to her mouth.“Because that would be… awkward,” he agreed, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.
Kelsey slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against his lean, hard body. His mouth devoured hers with sensual greed, and she returned his kiss with fervor.
Spring’s hands gripped her hips as he ground the hard ridge of his erection against her, sparking a hot throb of desire between her legs. Then his hands slid up her bare torso under her hoodie, making goosebumps prickle across her skin.
When he reached her breasts, he cupped them.“No bra?” he breathed, sweeping his callused thumbs across her sensitive nipples.
They stiffened almost immediately, sending a jolt of pure need straight down to her pussy.
“Not for Trashy TV Night,” she informed him softly, distracted by his continued caresses.“No one ever wears a bra on Trashy TV Night.”
Her arousal grew stronger, pulsing with urgent hunger between her legs.
“God, I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. She ran her hands through his hair, letting her short nails scrape over his scalp.
