Page 35 of Boss Unavowed (Boss 2)

my life. But so help me, I never want to live a day without you for as long as I live.”

A laugh escaped through her tears as his words filled her heart with such overwhelming hope, joy, love… and faith.

“Please, Farren, you’re already my world. There’s not a woman on this earth who could measure up to your place in my heart. Your quiet sincerity, your unparalleled intelligence, and the uncanny ability you seem to have at driving me crazy like no one else can. Because I care about you like I care about no one else. Please, Farren, say you’ll be mine for the rest of our days. Say you’ll come home with me tonight and every night.” He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. “I want you to be my wife.”

It was a question that loomed in his brilliant, blue eyes with the weight of a million worlds behind it.

Between the lump in her throat and the tears streaming down her cheeks, she couldn’t get the word out, Yes! So she nodded profusely and wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder as he wrapped his strong, masculine arms around her, rose to stand, and hugged her tightly into him.

He lifted her up and spun her around. Then he set her feet on the floor before him. He cradled her face tenderly in his hands and she reciprocated with her soft fingers grazing the faint scar just below his bottom lip.

She loved this smile that showed the crinkles at the edge of his eyes through his glasses.

He took the ring box she still clutched in her hand, then plucked the ring from its cradle and slipped it on her left hand. He brought her face to his and kissed her so deeply, so passionately, that she melted into him.

When they finally stopped for air, she stroked her fingers down the overgrown stubble of his cheek.

At that moment, Shea emerged through the bedroom door wearing an enormous smile.

“I think I’m just going to go.” She pointed her thumbs toward the door behind her. “You two look like you have some making up to do.”

Farren looked to her best friend and back to Rogan. “I’ll walk you out,” she offered, and Shea nodded.

Rogan followed behind them and Shea made her way to the door to leave. She stopped and hugged Farren.

“Take care of your heart, Fair Child,” she said in parting words before disappearing out the door.

When Farren closed the door behind Shea, she turned to see Rogan with fire in his eyes.

“Where’s Harley?” he asked, inching closer to her.

“He’s at Gramma’s,” she answered, just as he pinned her against the wall.

“So, we’re alone?”

She nodded.

TWENTY THREE

Rogan pressed Farren up against the door. His hands gripped fistfuls of her hair and hers clawed at the buttons of his shirt as his mouth claimed hers so deeply.

“Bed?” he mouthed against her lips.

She shook her head frantically. She couldn’t wait that long.

In one swift motion, he pulled her sweater up and over her head, then slipped out of his blazer before his hands were back on the bare flesh of her body. She reveled in the feel of his fiery touch on her tender skin, and her fingers worked to unbuckle his belt.

He grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. She wanted to be closer to him, so much closer. His hands wrapped around her, unhooking her bra as he moved her into the kitchen and onto the counter top of the island. He removed his glasses and tossed them aside and out of his way.

She unhooked the last button of his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders, then delved to make quick work getting his pants off while his lips grazed hungrily over her chin, neck, and collar bone.

When his fingers hooked beneath her loosened bra and he grazed his thumbs over the tightened nipples, she moaned in pleasure.

He wrapped his large hands around her hips and guided her down from the counter, sliding her jeans down the curves of her thighs, and she rushed to step out of them. Then he lifted her around him once more and carried her to the living room, dropping her gently onto the soft cushions of the sofa.

She reached for his boxer briefs as he climbed atop her, tugging them down as far as she could to free his hardened cock and using her legs to work them further his when her fingers would no longer reach.

Settling between her legs, he took his length in his hand and lined the thick, throbbing head with her opening. He rubbed the tip over her, feeling her wetness as she mewled in anticipation.

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