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"I’ll be gentle. Just lay there and let me play with you."
Who am I to argue with that?
There's no rush to James's kiss. He takes his time, lapping my sex with soft, gentle caresses. I hardly move when the orgasm appears like a burst of energy blowing into me. My legs attempt to scissor his body, little sighs push past my lips. He keeps the slow and steady pace the entire time while holding my legs in place so I can't move. When he does this, holds me still so I have to take what he's giving me, it lights a dark flame inside my belly. Having to remain still while a torment of heat and emotion tears through me always proves to be the biggest challenge of the day.
Twenty-Six
I gaze longingly out the French doors. Little flurries of snow fall right before my eyes roll shut and another intense orgasm blows through me. A sexy, long moan pushes past my lips. The sound of James sipping down my pleasure causes a tremble in my bones. I lift my hips to his face, angling them so the orgasm hits harder. It's the only way I can move my body as he wears me down to a pile a pleasure at his feet.
Rising to his knees, James presses kisses up my belly, over my nipples, then to my mouth. He grins above me. I'm so used I can't even cup his face and hold him. He knows this and I watch as his smile grows larger.
"Hey, beautiful," James says, then sits to the side and pulls me with him so we're leaning back on the couch in front of the fire.
A tender kiss is pressed to the top of my head. I'm nestled in the security of his arms, feeling the intimacy between us go from two heartbeats to one.
My hand is resting on his pelvis. Just like with me, I always need to have my hands on him in some way.
The dancing burnt orange and amber yellow flames create a shadowy, soft glow in my engagement ring. I lift my hand to take in my ring again, and stare at it in awe. The small diamonds circling the band match the flawless stone at the center. The clarity reminds me of looking through clear glass and not even realizing it. James picked out a stunning ring.
"Thank you for not giving up on me," I say in appreciation. "I was scared I lost my chance to be your wife."
"I had no plans of giving up." James pauses, then says, "We're good together, Aubrey."
"We are, aren't we."
Picking up my head, I gaze at him with loving eyes. My palm skims up his stomach toward his chest. He grips four fingers in his hand and holds them over his heart. We stay like this, relaxing in front of the fire while the snow falls heavier outside. One thing I love about this cabin is the natural light. There are no window treatments in our second story room, just glass windows that give way to a snowy morning or an uncharted forest at night. If I remember correctly, we're sitting on roughly ten acres secluded in the mountains and surrounded by wildlife. James and I made love in the open for anyone to see, if they were allowed on the private land, that is.
"I can stay like this forever," I say, my words thick with contentment.
"Same, sweetheart."
A little more time passes before we stand. I'm dying to tell Natalie about the engagement and decide to FaceTime her to witness her reaction.
"Where are the suitcases?"
Not that she hasn't seen me naked before, but I figured I'd dress first. James glances at me like he's thinking while he uncorks the champagne. My lips twitch. He rarely strays from cognac.
"Wait. Did you know I would say yes and that's why you have bubbly here? So we could celebrate getting engaged?"
I'm playing with him. It doesn't matter how James planned what he did, just that he did it. He could tell me a hundred times a day he loves me, but showing me is another story. It takes effort to prove one truly loves someone more than just words. Don't tell me you love me. Show me you love me. And he does. Every second of the day he tries to show me. God, I hope I do the same for him. I want James to know love the way I do from him.
"Today is your day, and I wanted to celebrate with you the best way I could. Did I hope you'd say yes when I proposed? Hell yeah. The way I see it, the engagement is just a bonus."
A chuckle gushes from me.
"Check the closet." He nods with his chin.
Stepping into the walk-in closet, I see our black luggage in the corner and go to retrieve them. I grab both in case James wants to put pants on, only to frown when they're in my hands. I glance down. One of the suitcases feels awfully light. I shake my head. Typical James. He usually under packs, then has to buy clothes. I hope he at least packed a pair of flannel sweats to wear. He looks mighty fine in them.
With two flutes between his fingers, James comes to stand near me. I place his down and turn around, holding my bag.
"That's mine," he says.
I pause.
"The heavy one? I assumed it was mine and that Natalie just packed everything under the kitchen sink for me."
"Look closer."
