Page 108 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

Wyatt got me, and he was always tuned into my emotions, just like I could read his.

Complete and utter trust was hard for both of us, but we’d finally found it in each other.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked with concern once he’d released my lips.

I smiled at him. “Do you really think I could come that hard if I was in severe pain? I’m fine, Wyatt. That was…” I fought for a way to describe what had just happened.

“Orgasmic?” he suggested with a wicked grin.

I snorted. “Exactly.”

“I think after that much physical exertion, we could use…a nap,” Wyatt said nonchalantly.

He was so full of it. Wyatt didn’t take naps, and neither did I, but I was more than willing to let him take me to bed. I was eager to make up for lost time. “Wait!” I said urgently as he started to walk out of the kitchen still carrying me. “The casserole.”

He stood close to the oven and I turned it off before he proceeded to haul me upstairs.

He dropped me gently on the bed, but I was surprised when he strode into the walk-in closet for a few seconds before he joined me on the bed.

He opened his hand, and there sat a small, velvet box.

“I’ve been carrying this around since I gave you the earrings,” he said solemnly. “I had them both made at the same time. Even then, I knew what I wanted. I just wasn’t sure that you did. Hell, I don’t know if you’re ready now, but I’m willing to take that chance.”

I took the box, and sent Wyatt a quizzical look as I opened it.

My breath hitched as I saw the gorgeous and very large engagement ring inside.

It was beautiful, classy, and sat low in the setting so I wouldn’t catch it on everything, and I knew Wyatt had done that intentionally because I was a chef.

The large oval diamond was surrounded by smaller accent diamonds, and there were two emerald accents on each side nestled between the diamonds.

I instantly knew he’d included the tiny emeralds because he thought they matched my eyes, just like the earrings.

The ring was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Even though the carat value was probably outrageous, it wasn’t so ostentatious that it was too large to wear every day.

“Marry me, beautiful,” Wyatt said hoarsely. “I don’t need a rushed wedding like Chase had if you’re not ready, but I need to see that ring on your finger so every man who sees you already knows that you’re mine.”

For the second time in a few hours, I started to cry, huge tears dropping onto my cheeks as I stared at the ring in my hand.

“You hate it,” Wyatt said flatly. “Or it’s too soon.”

“No,” I said, choking back a sob. “It’s beautiful. I just can’t believe you just asked me to marry you with this incredible ring.”

“I wanted something bigger, but I know that’s not your style.”

“It’s plenty big already,” I teased. “Are you going to put it on my finger? I want to marry you. It is part of the fairy tale.”

He took the ring and tossed the box aside. “This isn’t the way I planned on doing this, but you know I’m not the romantic type. And if you don’t love the ring, we’ll get something else.”

I swiped tears from my eyes as he carefully placed the ring on my finger.

God, this man had no idea how romantic it was to propose because he couldn’t wait another moment to ask.

I didn’t need a fancy restaurant or flowers. I’d much rather have that kind of eagerness for a commitment from the man I loved.

“I love it,” I said softly as I admired the way it looked on my finger before I leaned forward and kissed him. As I pulled back and looked into his gorgeous eyes, I added, “But not nearly as much as I love the man who just gave it to me. I think I’m probably the happiest woman in the world right now.”

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