Page 127 of Fall I Want
“That sounds like a threat,” I say, arching a brow at him. “I’d be willing to bet you’re more addicted to me.”
“Fuck yes, that’s true,” he says. “I don’t want this to end, Autumn. Not in January. I do want to make you my wife. To take the risk. I want the whole goddamn world to know you’re mine, and more than anything, I want to take care of you and go on adventures with you. I’m already bound to you, somehow. And I don’t understand it at all, but in my heart, it’s you. It will only ever be you.”
My mouth is on his. “Just ask me.”
Zane drops to his knee as if I commanded him and reaches inside of his pocket. He pulls out a black box and opens it.
“Wait. You planned this?”
“Not planned, just prepared. Autumn Travis, please spend the rest of your life with me. It’s a wild request and I know we’re practically strangers, but my heart knows you’re my other half. If it’s too soon—”
I kiss him, deeply. My heart wants this too. It’s insane, but it feels right. “Yes. Absolutely. Yes.” I nod. “I’ll take the risk with the man of my dreams.”
He grabs my finger. Kissing where the ring will go before he slides it on.
“It fits,” I say, then I realize Harper had every inch of me measured today. Even my fingers. I smile. He’s smart. I’d thought nothing of it.
“This is my mother’s ring. I had Weston help me resize it for you.”
I move toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I can’t accept this.”
“It’s meant for my wife. I’ve never eventhoughtabout giving it to anyone until I met you.”
I grab his face, kissing him, drunk on the taste of sweet red wine on his lips. “You really want me to be your wife?”
“Fuck yes, I do,” he says.
“I want to be her too,” I admit. It feels right and I can’t say no, not when I’m in this deep. It’s a risk, but one I’m willing to take.
“You are,” he says, lifting me into his arms and carrying me upstairs. Zane carefully unzips the back of the dress from my body and it falls to the floor in a puddle around my feet. Then his mouth is on my shoulder, sliding up to my neck, and then on my lips.
“Fuck,” I whisper, the glow from the city lights just bright enough so I can see his face. “You’re mine.”
“For fucking ever,” he confesses like it’s a prayer as I slowly unbutton his shirt. I push it off his broad shoulders, then reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, allowing my breasts free.
He tweaks my nipple with one hand while capturing the other in his mouth. I run my fingers through his hair, the sensations overpowering as he sets me on the edge of the bed.
I shake my head. “Earlier, you mentioned me sitting on your face.”
His eyes darken and a smirk slides across his face.
“I thought we might try that, considering.”
His brow pops.
“Considering I’ve never had the pleasure of riding someone’s face.”
“Fuck, Pumpkin. Let me clear you off a place to sit.”
Zane brushes his hand over his face and I watch him as he undresses for me, revealing his beautiful muscles, then lies back on the mattress. I crawl toward him and chew on the inside of my cheek. “Which direction?”
“This is your fantasy, sweetheart. Whichever fucking way you want. If you face the headboard, I’ll get to watch you come all over my face. The other way, I get a close-up view of your beautiful ass. Either way I win.”
“I want you to see me,” I whisper. “See what you do to me. The look on my face when you make me come.”
“Fuck yes. Come here,” he says. “Straddle my face.”
His hands grip my cheeks, scooting me farther down onto his lips. I glance down at his smoldering eyes, running my fingers through his hair as he tongue fucks me nice and slow. Then his mouth is back on my clit, sucking and flicking, but not too fast. He’s playing with me, leading the way as I gently rock my hips.
