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“Because I’m not a quitter,” she’s quick to retort, sitting up higher between my thighs so that our gazes meet upside down.
Tilting her head to the side, Rosie licks over her lips. Rolling it between her teeth with a breathy hum when I knead her tits. She’s so fucking beautiful and too damn irresistible. My body strains with the need to maul her again even though I have plans for us this evening.
“It’s why I love you.” A hand strokes up her chest to her neck. With a gentle squeeze, I coax her head back so that her lips are open to mine. “And I love you more than anything, Angel,” I whisper.
“I love you, too, Hotshot,” she breathes into my mouth. “So, so much.”
“Enough to marry me?”
There’s a sudden hitch to her steady breath, and before she answers me with the usual light quip, I kiss her. My tongue licks over hers slowly as my heart races in my chest. If it were up to me, I would’ve married her already. Whether it’s too soon and despite what anyone might think. When it comes to her none of that matters. I just want her to be mine in every way, including in name.
“Maybe.” A soft smile tugs at the corner of her mouth when I pull back, pulling her to her feet as I stand. Rosie’s thick lips pucker when I spin her to face me and press another kiss to her moreish pout.
“Maybe?” I can barely get the question out with the tight squeeze of my chest. Maybe isn’t a no. It’s not a gentle joke used to distract us from my question. She’s actually given me an answer that I can hold on to. “Maybe?”
“Someday.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“I know,” she nods, taking my face in both hands before touching her lips to mine. Lightly brushing them together when I pull her flush to me. My arms wrapping so tight around her that my muscles and joints strain. Aching and groaning and needing.
“Fuck me or feed me?” she asks when I nip the tip of her nose.
My hands trail from her waist to her hips, rounding to her ass. “First, I feed you.”
“And then?”
“Then we’ll see.” I tease.
Today is exactly a year since I laid eyes on her at her parents’ pub. There’s no way I’m not going to take every opportunity to fuck her, but I also want to take the time to romance her.
Leading her to the bedroom, I let her get ready for dinner in the small historical town overlooking the sea. I know she’s wondering where I’m taking her, seeing as how sleepy everything is. But as we head back out onto the deck, she smiles broadly at the candlelit welcome on the mooring jetty.
The long, ivory dress she’s wearing is simply twisted around her neck, leaving her shoulders and back exposed as it skims down her slender body to her ankles. She’s a vision as the evening sun permeates through the gauzy fabric like a halo highlighting her soft curves.
“This is so pretty,” Rosie coos, burrowing deeper into my side.
“It is,” I tell her, clutching the box in my hand a little too tight as I turn to face her. “I have something for you.”
When I present the acorn shaped box to her, Rosie gasps lightly. Big eyes flash up to mine.
“What is it?” she asks, taking it from me and tracing the intricate lines with her fingertips.
“An acorn.”
“I can see that.” A soft laugh vibrates from her, making my smile bigger.
“It’s made of papier-mâché…paper. Because it’s our first anniversary, so…”
“Those stepping stones are for married couples,” she giggles, clasping the box in both her hands. “It’s beautiful.”
“I know, I picked it out.”
Another laugh tumbles from her lips as I close my hands around hers. “We’re not married.”
“Not yet,” I shrug, taking a step closer so that our cradled hands are the only thing between us. “There is a chapel in the town, though. I hear it’s cute, and the priest lives there, so we could totally change that.”
“You really want to marry me that much that you would risk Rowan’s rage of eloping?”
