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“And . . .” I take in a breath. Meet his dark gaze. Take in that gorgeous face. That beloved, perfect face that can be so cold and hard and deadly, but not for me. Never for me. For me, it’s a face of love, of refuge. Of my future. “And, I belong to you, in every way there is.”
He starts to smile.
I look at him. “Just like you belong to me.”
“Like I’d have it any other fucking way.”
“Charming, to the end.” I smile, too, and hold out a trembling hand. He takes it and kisses it.
On the sofa he slides a little closer. “I came here to fix your car. And move in. You can’t get rid of me completely. I meant it about keeping you safe on your terms. And . . .”
His gaze is on my mouth and that liquid lick of heat flares in my belly.
“And?” I prod.
“I really want to fucking kiss you. Can I kiss you?”
“Banana,” I say.
His face turns bleak but he nods. And releases my hand.
“Not yet,” I add. “Because I have something to say. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“That’s the last time I say that word. To you. In that context, I mean.” I rub my fingers down my thighs. “Ask me. Please.”
I’m shaking, and he doesn’t look too steady either.
“I don’t have a ring. Yet. But Mia, sweetness, will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
And I take hold of him and draw him to me, and I kiss him.
The kiss is tender and deep and full of passion and heat and tenderness and we strip each other until we’re naked, entwined, and he keeps kissing me. I wrap my legs about his narrow hips as we lie on the sofa, him on top.
He pushes into me, deep and as we move, his cock stretching me, filling me, making me whole, I know this a different coming together.
It’s a start. A future. A contract signed with body, soul, and heart. And I move beneath him, rising to meet each thrust.
Christian is shaking as his control slips and he slams deeper and deeper into me, setting me off with ringing waves of pleasure as I come. And he pumps into me, crying out, his cock pulsating as he comes with a guttural cry.
I wrap about him. Holding him tight. Kissing him. “I love you, Christian. I don’t know why I was so scared.”
“Because it’s fucking scary. You’re mine, I’m yours. It feels right. And it’s like falling. But with you . . .”
I close my eyes as he strokes my face with loving fingers.
Then he pulls the throw over us, staying in me as he flips us so I’m sprawled on top.
“You know,” he says, “this place has possibilities. We could rent it out.”
I twist one of his nipples and he laughs. “I’m not moving into Leo’s.”
“Fine. We move here. We can get a hot tub.”
“A bath of diseases, you mean?”
