Wren’s worshipping was done with her hands as she stroked his chest, shoulders, and back. She ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed them over his beard.
Throughout it all, he pulsed inside her, slow and steady and deep.
He lost count of how many times he told her that he loved her as they moved together. Just as he lost track of how many times she said it back.
When the pressure became too great to resist, he reached between them and rubbed her clit. That touch was the equivalent to hitting a detonator, and his beautiful woman—fiancée—exploded around him, her orgasm triggering his own.
He continued to hold himself above her until they recovered.
Wren smiled, cupping his cheek. “You’re on top of me.”
The wonder and delight in her voice left his eyes misty.
She was right. There wasn’t a goddamn normal thing about this love between them. It superseded that. She’d called it extraordinary, but even that didn’t feel strong enough to him.
He tried to land on a word to describe it, then decided that some things simply defied explanation.
Grayson slowly withdrew, twisting to drop down to his side next to her, lifting her hand, and placing a kiss on the palm.
“I can’t believe you proposed,” she said, more to herself than him as they lay together, both of them admiring the ring on her finger.
“I can’t believe you said yes.”
The “seriously?” look she shot his direction was the perfect mirror of his from earlier. He chuckled, then went for broke.
“Stop getting the shot,” he said, more gruffly than he’d intended.
Wren laughed. “Well, now you’re just getting greedy.”
“Do it anyway.”
“Grayson—” she started, but he cut her off with a quick, hard kiss.
“Think about it?”
She sighed happily. “Pretty sure I won’t be able to think about anything else. The idea of a baby…”
God. She wanted it as much as he did. He could tell.
“There’s plenty of room at the Nook for us and the first couple of kids, and if you want more than two, I’ll build us extra rooms. Might go ahead and do that anyway so we can add a library to the place.”
Wren’s eyes widened. “We’re moving in here? But…I thought this was a rental?”
“Theo, Mav, and Mila each picked their own cabins when they settled down. I’d like to continue to live on the farm, but if you prefer town, we could?—”
“I don’t,” she interjected. “I love it here.”
Grayson sat up, and Wren followed suit. “We can look at all of the available cabins,” he added. “It doesn’t have to be this one if you?—”
“This one,” she interrupted again. “I want to live in the Nook with you. It’s so peaceful and beautiful this high up on the mountain.”
“Just wait until spring. It gets so green up here, it almost hurts your eyes to look at. We’ll talk to Edith tomorrow about breaking your lease.”
“Tomorrow?” she asked, aghast, even though her smile told him she was all in.
“Think about it, little bird. We could be settled into our home before Christmas. I’m going to cut down the biggest pine tree I can find, and we’ll tuck it right there in that corner.” He pointed to the perfect spot for a Christmas tree. “We can string it with white lights, popcorn, and cranberries, and sit right here on this rug, watching it twinkle while the snow falls outside.”
“You draw the prettiest pictures,” she said. “You should be the writer.”
