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“But yours mean strong-minded and you are that. I’m quite fond of it.”
She blushes as she glances over her shoulder. “Want to come in?”
My desire for her burns in my eyes. I can feel it and I know she sees it. “It’s not the safest option.” As I confess, I pull her closer to me so she can feel my erection.
“Um…” she sputters but I don’t need her to say another word.
Placing a finger over her lips, I explain why I came. “I just wanted to see you and tell you that I cannot wait to make you Mrs. Hale.” I steal a peck before continuing. “But, I’m also aware I’ve never officially asked you since this was your idea and you proposed to me.”
“No, I didn’t!” Her laugh makes me more eager for tomorrow.
“That’s the version I’m telling, but for now…” I pull out a box then open it in front of her. “Will you marry me, Imala?”
Her dark eyes become misty like she’s not already marrying me tomorrow. She runs a finger over the ring made to look like climbing vines clutching a green diamond.
“While the transparent diamonds are considered the purest, I found you a green diamond because they are very rare and valuable just like you.”
“Yes,” she whispers as I slide the ring on her finger. “I almost noticed you weren’t on bended knee.” She flashes a smile while she jokes.
“Well, I’m on my best behavior tonight and if I’m on my knees it’s because I intend to do naughty things to your body.”
Imala’s mouth falls open as she stares at me. I use the tip of my finger to press up on her chin, closing her mouth as I kiss her forehead. Backing away, I blow her a kiss.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Caterpillar.”
Chapter Fifteen
Imala
When we’d woken up, I’d opened a link Wyn texted me. “Tonight” by Enrique Iglesias blasted in the house and I quickly found it was the explicit version. I’d blushed like it was my job while Esme proclaimed it was her jam and danced around in her pajamas. The anxiety I’d felt late last night had returned full throttle. The accompanying text didn't help.
Wyn: Make sure you wax or shave. I don't mind pussy hair, but I prefer a blank canvas. I want to lick everything then admire my art once you're covered with your cum and my spit.
My nerves are still bad. I’ve had chamomile tea, did some yoga, played classical music, yet nothing soothed my inner turmoil. I know Wyn is a solid bet, but my life is changing drastically today in more ways than one. I’ll be someone’s wife, lose my virginity, then eventually someone’s mother.
All these events are unpredictable and highly difficult to plan. Worse, the way my heart flutters when Wyn looks at me spells trouble. Our deal is turning into the real thing for me and the possibility of him changing or wanting to end our arrangement after I produce an heir is terrifying.
I had a full bridal suite with my mom, sisters, and Wyn’s mom, Amélie, who’d arrived late last night. Everyone was happily chattering away as the song Wyn sent me this morning plays in a loop in my head. To avoid a panic attack, I sent everyone away to give myself a moment to think. The wedding was supposed to begin roughly ten minutes ago, but my dad is still down the hall waiting for me.
Turning my head, I stare at the dress I’m supposed to be wearing instead of just being in the underwear that goes underneath. I hear the door open and close in a soft click. I don’t need to look up to know who entered.
“Don’t do this to me, Caterpillar.”
The room is so quiet, his whisper is practically a shout. I turn in my chair to face him. Wyn looks distinguished and sexy as hell in his tux. I’ve seen him in suits more than any other outfit but there’s something about seeing him dressed up in the tux he plans to wear to marry me that makes me breathless. His blue-green eyes eat up my half naked body before his eyes return to mine.
“I’ve shown you what I can do for you, let me show you what I can do to you.”
Damn, that sounds promising.
He crosses the room in a few strides, cups the back of my neck, and pulls me out of my chair and against his chest. His familiar scent makes me high and his hard body obliterates my nerves. Wyn walks me backward, then grabs my waist and sits me on the vanity to bring us eye to eye. He steps between my legs as he parts them. Mesmerized I watch without a word. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as his fingers glide up my legs then hook under my knees. With an efficient tug, he pulls me flush against him, my center rubbing his body. Wyn rubs his nose along my neck.
“We’ve waited long enough. This is happening with or without a ring because I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me you’re mine. We may as well give our people the show they came to see.”
His teeth nipping my neck pulls a shudder out of me. Caerwyn retreats barely an inch and grabs my chin with one hand, forcing me to look him in the eyes. The other slides between us. I gasp when his thumb begins leisurely strokes of my clit, teasing me through the fabric of my underwear. The light strokes make me tingle. I want more.
“Be a good girl, put on your dress, and meet me at the altar.”
“Okay,” I rasp.
