Page 108 of The Moments You Were Mine
“Fat chance. Country will always be where it’s at, but I’ll take some eighties and nineties pop songs as an alternative.”
I nipped at her bottom lip in response, and when I went to pull away, she locked me to her with a hand to the back of my head just like I’d done with her last night. She deepened the kiss, tongue sliding inside, demanding I respond. It was no sacrifice to do just that. I rolled her on her back and lost myself in the taste and feel and smell of her, hands and mouth and teeth discovering all the spots on her that made her pulse race beneath my fingertips.
I spent an eternity savoring the simplicity of our kiss before I realized it wasn’t going to be enough. Not this morning. Not with the realizations I’d made while she’d slept.
I needed to give her something. I needed to start showing her exactly what I felt. What I wanted. The life I needed to have at her side.
When I yanked the thin straps of her tank down and moved my mouth to a taut tip, she gasped. And that sound filled me with as much determination as it did lust. I might not take her fully, I might not plant myself inside her as hard and deep as I wanted to, but I would give her a memory to hold on to. Relief. Respite. Joy.
As I continued my devotion to her breasts, my palm slid under her sleep shorts, diving below the waistband of her underwear to find the sweet heat at her core. She arched into me, a moan escaping.
I pulled back to take in the sight of her, eyes flashing with fire.
And the look of her this way, flush and warm and sleepy, just about sent me over the edge like some pubescent boy at his first make-out session.
I took her mouth once more. Devouring. Claiming. Cherishing. All the while, my fingers soothed and circled and plunged.
“Parker,” she keened as if trying to hold back, as if trying to collect herself.
“Let go, Fallon. Let go of it all for a few seconds and just feel. The slide of my hand. The quiver building inside.” I kissed her with long, slow strokes of my tongue that echoed the movement of my fingers. “The exquisite moment when the light explodes, and there’s nothing else but this. Me. You. Bliss.”
I’d barely finished the words before her body convulsed, and she let out a gorgeous little cry that made me want to start all over again just to hear it on repeat for the rest of my life.
When every single quiver had been eked from her, my hands stilled, and I watched as her lids fluttered open. Flames burned within those depths, as if the climax she’d just experienced had done nothing but fan the fire rather than sate it.
Damn, did I want to spend the rest of the day getting lost in that blaze. I wanted to go up in smoke right along with her.
Instead, I pulled away. I rolled off the bed, adjusted my painfully hard dick, and then looked down at her with a grin.
“Get your ass up, Ducky. We have a long drive ahead of us. If we make good time, I figure you can be my wife by twenty hundred hours.”
She sat up, brushed at her hair, and then crawled over on all fours to the edge of the bed. My mouth went dry as she kneeled in front of me, placing one hand on my chest. “Are you trying to make an honest woman of me before you take me, Kermit?” She squeezed me through my jeans. “It’s a little too late for that.”
She’d meant it as a joke, but I knew her well enough to realize she was also criticizing herself for getting pregnant while not married. Just like her mom. Just like her grandmother. I’d forgotten the time she’d told me how her family had a history of putting the cart before the horse. Maybe these days, no one wouldgive it much thought, but Fallon had wanted to break the cycle.
I grabbed her wrists, bringing her hand to my mouth and kissing the palm. I met her gaze with a steady one. “You’ll be married before the end of the day, Ducky. Married before this kid comes. And you and me, maybe we’ll make another baby to keep this one and Theo company.”
Her chin dropped, mouth popping open.
I tapped it closed and smiled. Then, I smacked her on the ass.
“Get ready. Pack a bag. We’ll be gone a couple of days.”
Then, I strolled out of the room, whistling.
My life had flipped on its head a month ago. I’d been locked under the overturned boat, struggling for air, but I’d finally righted the ship. I’d finally realized that marrying Fallon Marquess-Harrington was what I’d been put on this earth to do.
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Instead of driving to Vegas, Fallon suggested taking the Cessna parked in the ranch’s hangar at the small, private airfield nearby. It would save us nearly six hours in a car with a four-year-old, and I couldn’t argue with it.
Theo was upset about leaving the ranch and the puppies, but I promised him we’d be back before he knew it. He looked doubtful, and I wondered what his parents had promised him the last time they’d seen him. Had Will promised Theo would see him in a few days? Weeks? How many promises had been broken already in his little life?
I was determined to keep mine.
We drove my truck inside the hangar, right up next to the plane, and I loaded our bags and Theo’s car seat into the Cessna while Fallon started her pre-flight checklist. She walked the outside of the plane, talked to the control tower, and ran every diagnostic with a single-minded focus I respected.
Her stepdad had taught her how to drive, fly, and maintain just about every piece of equipment they used on the ranch. Now, watching her concentrate as she went through the checklist, I found myself turned on all over again. The baby growing inside her didn’t know how lucky it was to have her on its side, but someday, I’d remind him or her of it when they were rebellingand thinking their parents were the worst.
