Slowly, reverently, he slid the Marquis cut diamond ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. Turning her hand toward her face, he smiled down at her. “There. It’s official.”
She nodded. The happiness in his eyes, and the sheer joy bubbling up inside of her, blew away her ability to speak or form a coherent sentence. Instead, she showed him. Tugging him down, their lips fused and she kissed him. Tongues entwined, she grasped his shirt and yanked it over his head, releasing his mouth only when she absolutely had to.
Everything inside of her demanded she have him inside of her now. He tore her shirt off, his hands closing on her br**sts and squeezing. He lowered his body over hers again, and his hand slid down her stomach, over her thigh, then up her skirt. When his fingers cupped her mound, she moaned and opened her legs more.
“Please,” she panted.
He yanked his pants off and slid between her legs, rubbing his penis against her. She groaned and urged him closer, begging him to come inside of her. Seizing her mouth again, he slid his hand in between her thighs and rubbed his thumb where she needed him most. Her stomach clenched, and she opened her legs further, giving him more access. Ripping his mouth from hers, he sucked on her nipple while thrusting a finger inside of her. Desire made her claw at his arms for something to hold on to.
Gasping for air, she rolled away from him. He shot her a surprised look then reached for her. “No. My turn.”
She climbed on top of him, straddling him and closing her mouth on his. He groaned into her mouth and cupped her br**sts. Each tug of her ni**les made her need him more, and she ached to come down on him, taking him all inside of her with one sure thrust. Her heartbeat quickened, and she rubbed against his hard length one time before she forced herself to pull back. And, God, that was hard to do. So hard.
Sliding down his body, inch by inch, she lowered her head until she was a breath away from his erection. Flicking her tongue out, she licked the sensitive tip before taking him into her mouth. He hissed and buried his hands in her hair, pulling her closer. She swirled her tongue over his penis, taking him in even more. He threw his head back and moved his hips, a sigh of ecstasy escaping him.
His abs clenched, and she tasted his pleasure. He was close. So close. She sucked harder, wanting to bring him over the edge with her mouth. Needing to give him this.
“Jesus, Lexi.”
He picked her up, set her off to the side, stood up, and curved her over the kitchen island. She laid down on the cool granite, curving her hands over the edge of the island. Bending over her, he bit down on her neck and thrust into her from behind. She cried out, the pressure from the island digging into her stomach and the pleasure he awoke inside of her mingling until she was gasping for air.
He tilted his hips more, thrusting deeper inside of her. She gasped for air and strained against him. She needed completion. She needed him. “Justin.”
He groaned and slammed into her again. Harder. He fisted his hand in her hair and tugged her back. As he pulled out of her body, he curled his arm around her, sliding between her legs. As soon as he touched her clit, time froze and she exploded from pleasure. He pushed into her again, tightening his grip on her hair.
“Lexi,” he moaned. He joined her, their bodies straining against one another as he found his own pleasure.
By the time she crashed back down to Earth, he was carrying her into the bathroom. Flicking the shower on, he kissed her and set her down under the steaming water. Then he followed her inside, closing the glass door. She entwined her hands behind his head, smiling up at him.
“You still love throwing me in water, don’t you?”
His lips twitched, and he tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’ll never stop trying to get you wet.”
“Oh my God.” She laughed. “You’re hopeless.”
“Not with you in my life.” He kissed her ear, and then moved lower, nibbling on her neck. “Not anymore.”
“When should we get married? Where will we live? Should we—?”
“Lexi … ” he said, his voice holding a warning tone. “You’re thinking too much again.”
She clamped her lips together, her hands on his shoulders. “But what if—?”
He kissed her into silence. She clung to his shoulders, her breath catching in her throat when he dropped to his knees in front of her. He lifted one leg and rested it on his shoulder and then with a flick of his tongue …
She finally stopped thinking.