Page 8 of Wine & Whiskey: Everything for You
“Okay.”
Another burst of laughter welcomes him as he trails kisses up her body and finds her mouth. Four weeks of torture evaporates from her soft moan, her body lifting up to meet his. He can’t get enough, his hands feverishly roaming from her hair, to her face, to her breasts, trying to take in every bit of her sweetness. Never expecting to be with her ever again, every nerve in his body pulses like a jackhammer with her pressed against him, her hands gripping his back, her satiny lips brushing against his neck.
Fucking shit.He’s got to control himself. He takes a deep breath and places gentle kisses along her throat before whispering in her ear, “Tell me what I like to hear.”
She glides her fingertips across his stomach and up his chest before stroking his cheek. “You’re very sexy.”
“You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you?” He tickles her side, making her squeal. “Try again.”
Her fingers wrap around the back of his neck and tug on his hair. “Your curls turn me on.”
God, how he’s missed her playful side. He growls in her ear. “Don’t toy with me. I know exactly how to get what I want.” A shaky gasp escapes from her mouth as he slips his hand between her legs, caressing her soft folds. “Something you want to tell me?”
“I love you, Nick.”
His groin throbs even harder at her absolute conviction. She finally says the words he’s longed to hear without stress or worry. Only tenderness surrounds them. “See, I told you I have my ways.” He dips in one finger, and her hips lift, straining against his hand. “What else?”
“I know you love me.”
“Good.” He circles her throbbing nub with his thumb, her back arching off the bed as he sucks the tender skin behind her ear. “One more.”
“I-I don’t know.” Her eyes squeeze shut with her breathless answer.
“Yes, you do. My favorite…”
“Fiancé?”
Kissing her forehead, he smiles down at her before jumping off the bed.
She laughs and rises up on her elbows, watching him dig through the dresser drawer. “What are you up to?”
Shivers roll through her naked body as he sits next to her. He lifts the comforter and wraps it around her shoulders. “Are you cold?”
She shakes her head, a huge smile lighting up her gorgeous face. Finally for him. Because of him. The love radiating from her sparkling eyes gives him his answer before he even asks, yet the words must still be spoken. For both of them.
“I know this is the worst proposal ever, but I have to do it.” The black velvet box sits on the blanket between them while he holds her hands, her delicate fingers squeezing his with unwavering reassurance.
“You’re the only person to ever see good in me, even though I know it’s really your own goodness reflected back at you. But I want to be the man you think I am, and if you’ll marry me, I promise to do everything you and the baby need for you to always believe in me.” He palms the box one last time before he opens it. “Will you let me be your husband?”
“Yes.” Her face glows as he slides the ring on her trembling finger and kisses it. “I will be proud to be your wife.”
Proud. Yet again, she stirs emotions in him no one else can generate. Not since his mother’s disappearance has he swallowed down the thickening of his throat. “Promise me you won’t ever take it off.”
“I promise. It’s forever.” A whispered vow against his lips before he lays her back on the bed.
Supporting his weight on one forearm, his other hand glides down her arm and rests on her fingers splayed across her belly. The glistening against her skin is the only other light in the sun-drenched room. His ring. His baby. The fantasy he’s dreamed of, almost since the first moment he saw her, has become reality.
He caresses her cheek, curled into his palm from her stunning smile. His breath hitches as she wraps her fingers around his and turns to let her lips graze each of his fingertips. “I trust these hands. I know they’ll only touch me out of love.”
No hesitation or doubt. Just unwavering certainty as her eyes lock with his, her hand lighting an inferno he can’t control, gliding from his cheek down his torso to his need pulsing between their entangled bodies.
God fucking damn. A shudder rocks him to his core, a primal moan ripping from his chest at her feathery strokes before she guides him against her softness. Giving him permission to take her. Completely. Unconditionally. Fully. To find the only peace he knows from being inside her.
Their fingers entwine as he sinks between her silky folds, fighting every desire screaming inside him to ravage her. His forehead presses against hers, letting her delicate body adjust to his fullness. “I swear to God I’ll never hurt you again.”
“I know.” Her mouth meets his, sharing a hungered breath.
Skin skimming against skin, they synchronize into the same slow rhythm, building intensity threatening to consume him as he buries himself deeper. Her eyes drift shut, and her lips part, slender fingers tangling in his curls. Unable to get enough, his hand slides under her cashmere thigh, holding her tighter against him. She answers his need, wrapping her legs around him, encouraging his thrusts with her fingernails grazing over his scalp.
The urgent whisper of his name against his shoulder undoes him, and his restraint gives way. He drives into her wet heat, over and over, almost convulsing at the feel of her around him. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
Her throaty moans drive him to the edge, her panting breath singeing his skin, her cheek against his. “I love you, Nick.”
He kisses her lips as she trembles and cries out. “I love you too.”
