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Why in the world would he have Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers playing?
When we stopped, I heard him move to my side and then take in a deep breath.
“Remove the blindfold, baby.”
I did as he said and allowed my eyes to adjust.
The lighting in the living room had been turned down.
A fire was going in the fireplace.
Candles were burning.
The tree was a light.
And there, in between the fireplace and the Christmas tree, was a pile of blankets.
An ice bucket of what looked to be champagne.
Two glasses.
A box of chocolates.
Once I took this all in with a wide smile on my face, he said, “Any man who is a man at all is okay with allowing himself to be bare in front of the person he loves. And that’s the one thing in this world that I want to be known for. Lovin’ you and Soraya.”
“I’m yours. Completely.” Then he held out a hand to me and said, “Will you be mine?”
Placing my hand in his, I grinned, “For the second time in my life, my head and my heart are in complete agreement. Yes.”
He lifted a brow as he pulled me closer to him, “The second time?”
I placed my free hand on his chest and smiled, “When I saw Soraya for the first time.”
If I hadn’t been looking closely enough, I would have missed it.
But I watched as tears filled the corners of this big man’s eyes.
His head moved just asI’ve hungered for your touch a long, lonely timeplayed over the speakers.
Then I couldn’t tell you where he started and I ended.
Fingers moved.
Lips skimmed.
Toes curled.
Backs arched.
Moans.
Groans.
Heat.
Passion.
Wickedness.
