Page 134 of Endless

I obeyed, and he pulled my shirt over my head. “Maybe five. Or more.”

“You’re intoxicated with sugar. Sure you’re making the right choices?” His hands skimmed the front of me. “Choices you won’t regret.”

“Not a chance. Arms up.” He obeyed and I, like he did, took off his shirt.

I kissed his nipple ring, and he sighed. “Stepping back.”

I followed him, and he fell onto the bed. He pushed himself back as I crawled over him, his muscles bulging as he moved. Was I ready to marry him? Hell yeah. Like Angelina had once said about her and Hunter, apart they were broken, together they worked. It was the same here.

I’d watched Damon since day one in his coma. Somehow, even then, I knew.

“I’m guessing, working to get the sex thing, is the actual ring.” He grinned.

“Yep.”

His hands found my hips as I straddled him, and he held me steady. A thrill streaked through my stomach. “Prize for the full commit?”

“Yep.” I cupped his cheeks so I could get a good look at him. His face was flushed, and that made me smile even more. “You said yourself, we can have fun until I was ready for the real deal.”

“Mmm. Lots of fun.” He sighed as I let all my weight come down on him. “Careful what you’re doing down there. Or this isn’t going to last too long.”

“Then I might have to stay the night.”

“That’s not against the rules? Because I can’t promise I’ll behave.”

“I’ve missed you so much, Damon.”

“So…” He kissed me. “Let’s make this official.” He flipped us over and settled between my legs. I couldn’t help but moan. The things his body did to me.

He pushed my hair back, then touched a light kiss to my lips and said, “LizBelle Brown. Will you marry me?”

I slid my hands up his chest and clasped them behind his neck. “Yes.”

“Sweet!” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “And yes, you’re staying the night.”

“But there will be very little sleeping.”

“After tonight, though, you’re going to need to get lots of it, because come wedding night…” His lips crushed to mine, and I got the idea real quick.

“Hey dumbass,” Drey’s voice spilled into the bedroom. “You forgot Mr. Magic in the—”

“Stop where you are, Drey.” Damon yelled as he reached for the comforter. One roll and I was on top of him, but we were both totally covered. Dang, he was fast.

“Not too close to the edge of the bed, am I?” he asked.

I buried my face in his chest, totally embarrassed. “No.”

“I see a chick’s shirt out here!” Drey said, his voice high as if laughing.

“Do.Not. Come in here,” Damon yelled. “Or Mr. Magic will find a home in your ass.”

Drey chuckled, and I glanced over my shoulder. He stood there in the doorway holding Mr. Magic. “He said not to move.”

Damon tightened his hold on me.

“Don’t worry. She’s covered.” Drey tossed Mr. Magic onto the floor at the foot of the bed. “Welcome back, Lizzie.” Drey pulled the door closed as he said. “Might want to start locking the front door.”

“I’m sorry, babe. Shit.”

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