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“Pardon?” I squeak, bewildered.
He gives me a panty dropping grin. “I saidmarry me, Pixie,” he says more clearly. There’s no mistaking him.
My mouth drops open. “Are you serious?”
His smile grows wider, showing off those pearly whites of his against his russet skin. “Never been more serious about anything in my life.”
My eyes practically pop out of my head.Holy shit! Where is this coming from?
I know the sex was good last night, but it’s great every time. Does he want this, or is he saying this in the heat of the moment?
He laughs at my reaction. “Yes, I want this. I want this with you.”
“Jesus! Are you reading my thoughts now?”Is he reading my facial expressions?
He chuckles darkly, wrapping me closer to him. “I’ve always been able to read you, baby. Your emotions are like a textbook written all over your face.”
My cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“I love that color on your face,” he admits, kissing my nose. “So, what do you say, Pixie? Will you make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my bride?”
“Uh, uh, uh, oh my God! This is insane! We’ve known each other for less than two months!” I scramble for reason.
He chuckles. “And we fucked fifteen minutes after meeting each other and look how awesome that turned out. For comparison’s sake, six weeks versus fifteen minutes is like years of dating leading up to this point.”
It’s a little hard to argue with his logic, as frenetic as it is, because I get it.But this is fast.Real fast. Marriage is forever. If he’s only doing it for shits, kicks, and giggles, I will be crushed.
He runs a big palm along my cheek. “Marriage means forever for me too, Pixie.”
“Shit, you could read that on my face, too?” I peep, frightened.
He shakes his head and laughs. “No, I didn’t need to. You said it out loud.”
Nervous about saying anymore of my thoughts out loud, I bit my lower lip.
“Careful baby. You’re going to bite the damn thing off if you clamp your lip any harder. That’s my job,” he teases before turning serious. “I know this is fast, but I promise you I’m not doing this on a whim or for a wild ride. I wouldneverbe reckless with your heart. I want you as my wife, to have and to hold forever. I want to be your husband and show the rest to the world how fucking lucky I am to have your love. I want this withyou.
“I promise you will never regret saying yes to me. I will treat you like the queen you deserve to be and I will never let you doubt my love for you. You will be my first and last thought in everything I do; hell, you already are. I want to make it official in front of the people we care the most about it. You can make Hades the ring bearer if it pleases you. Say yes and I promise to make all your wildest dreams come true.”
My heart is sprinting.
Maceo grabs both sides of my face and kisses me with a feverish passion I’ve never experienced. All his love, all his hopes, all his dreams are sealed in that kiss, along with the promise of forever.
“Say yes,” he commands in a murmur against my swollen lips. “Say you’ll marry me. Say yes to me, to us.”
I listen to the little voice inside of me that pushed me toward him the first time. I listen to my gut doing somersaults in anticipation. I listen to my heart pounding for Maceo. And more importantly, I listen to Maceo himself.
Everything points me to where I was always meant to be, by him forever and always.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.
Maceo gasps. He takes my lips to seal the deal in a long scorching kiss. “Oh, thank fuck,” he cries with relief. He presses me into the shower floor, and sinks into me.
My legs wrap around his torso, my arms hold on to his broad shoulders, and my lips claim his. He kisses me back softly, gently. One of his massive hands cups the back of my head, and the other slips behind me, pressing into my back. He’s cradling me in his embrace, treasuring me like I’m priceless.
Maybe it’s because I’m wound tight with emotion that I’m sexually overcharged, but he’s only glided into me a dozen times and I’m coming. I scream my release, grasping on to his back, digging my nails into his skin. He roars, thrusting once more, as my body pulls his pleasure from him.
I lie panting against the shower floor. “Geez. I’ve never come that fast.”
