Page 54 of Lost Without You

“Yes,” she moaned.

Her clit was swollen and slick. Ethan moved his hand with sure strokes as Rachel chased another climax. She pushed on his hand, taking over the rhythm, taking what she wanted as her body undulated against his.

“Ethan!” Rachel moaned and trembled.

Ethan cradled her as she orgasmed again, his cock still half hard inside her. He placed gentle kisses on her shoulder as her movements gradually slowed.

Their bodies began to cool and Rachel all but collapsed in his arms.

“I need another nap,” Rachel chuckled as she turned her head and their lips met in a soft kiss.

“I think I need one with you,” he murmured.

She levered up and off him, and he rolled the condom off, pitching it in the nearby bin.

“So much for going slow,” Rachel teased him as he lay down beside her, pulling her in tight.

“Best laid plans. Emphasis on laid,” he chuckled as he cupped a full breast. “And that was just the warm-up.” He leaned over and licked her nipples.

“Round one?” she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around his stiffening cock.

“Absolutely.”

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Rachel

It was just past midnight and Rachel and Ethan had finally gotten around to ordering room service. Actual food this time.

Oliver checked in with them, then headed back to his adjoining suite.

After a sumptuous meal of steak and lobster tails, Ethan and Rachel sat on the couch in the living room, watching the lights and people on the strip. Oddly enough, Rachel enjoyed the frenzy of Vegas. It was unexpected and chaotic, reflecting the overwhelming rush of emotions she experienced over the past twenty-four hours.

“I have an idea,” Ethan murmured as he took her hand and placed seductive kisses against her palm.

“Maybe in an hour or two?” Rachel replied.

“Not that,” Ethan chuckled, but then his grin quickly slipped from his face.

His brown eyes filled with a searing intensity that had Rachel about to ask if everything was okay. Until he slid down the sofa to kneel at her feet, gripping her hands tightly.

“Marry me,” Ethan whispered as his hands began to tremble. “Tonight. Marry me. I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I don’t want to waste a single moment. Your family is here. The wedding chapels are open. It’s perfect.”

Rachel nodded before she could form words, tears blurring her eyes.

“Yes,” she finally murmured and moved off the couch to kneel in front of him, face to face. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Tonight. I don’t want to waste a moment either because I love you more than anything.”

Tears welled up in Ethan’s eyes as she leaned in to kiss him. Her lover, her soon-to-be-husband, her forever.

“Let me call my parents and Ryker and Wes,” Rachel exclaimed. “I need to find a dress! And rings.”

“You call your family. I’ll call the concierge and arrange the rest. Well, except the dress—I’m sure there’s a store open somewhere in this massive hotel complex.”

“What about my parents?”

“That’s what protective service is for, they can be our witnesses.”

“You’re so romantic,” she teased him.

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