Chapter 6
What happens in Vegas
“Let’s do it.”
Rick and I are naked in his bed. Our legs are tangled together, and he keeps twisting a lock of my hair around his finger over and over again.
“What?” I ask, distracted. Rick has a way of making all thought fly out of my brain with just a look or a touch. I’m so wrapped up in this man that it’s ridiculous. I am so in love with him.
“Run away with me,” he whispers on a smile before he presses his lips to mine.
“I already did, silly,” I tell him the truth. This trip was not planned, but after I met him in a bar on the east coast a few months ago, we haven’t been able to stay away from each other. So when he asked to buy me a plane ticket to San Diego for a little sex on the beach before his next deployment, I said yes in a heartbeat. “I flew to California at the drop of a hat for a booty call.”
“Is that all this is to you?” he asks me seriously. “A booty call?”
“No,” I whisper softly. “And you know it.”
“I do,” he agrees, folding my hand in his and pressing it against his chest. I can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest. “So marry me.”
“What?” I ask, surprised. That’s crazy, right? We’ve only known each other a few months. And we live on opposite coasts. This can’t possibly work.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he says quickly. “And it is crazy, but it’s not. If you really think about it, you know we’re meant to be together. You’re meant to be mine.”
“What about my life on the east coast?” I ask, not that there’s much tying me down there. I have no family left.
“You can go to school here and move when you’re ready,” Rick answers. “I’m going to be gone for a while, but I’d like you to be here when I get back. As my wife. So what do you say?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” he asks, a huge smile spreading across his face.
“Yes,” I answer him. “I’ll marry you.”
“You’re mine,” Rick says as he rolls me to my back.
“I’m yours,” I repeat just before he slides in deep.
I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on tight as he slowly rocks in and out of my body, bringing us higher and higher together. And it’s together, in each other’s arms, that we fall over the edge.
Rick and I hold on to each other; we breathe each other in. I have never felt this close to another human being before. I am Rick’s, and he is mine, and there will never be anything that will tear us apart. Yes, this is crazy. No, we haven’t known each other for very long. But in my heart, I know Rick is the only man I am ever going to love, and I know without a doubt there will never be another. And the way Rick holds me just as tight tells me he feels the same way about me. It tells me everything.
“What do you need?” he asks me when our hearts slow and breathing evens out.
“Not a thing,” I answer him honestly. “Just you.”
“What about a dress?” He toys with a sweat-dampened lock of my hair near my temple.
“It’s not important.” I shrug one shoulder, because in the grand scheme of things, it’s not. It’s just a dress.
“I thought every girl dreamed of their wedding dress,” he says thoughtfully. Rick is always thoughtful where I’m concerned. He is so attuned to me and my needs that it’s uncanny.
“I’m not every girl.”
“Don’t I know that,” he growls before rolling me to my back again and grinding his hips into mine. “Other girls don’t make me this hard.”
“I thought you wanted to get married?” I ask him and giggle.
“I do.” He sighs before sliding from the bed with his regret written all over his face as if he didn’t just come ten minutes ago.
