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He guides the car into his spot—three walls of cement and a drop-door, a lot like a unit in a storage shed—and darkness closes over us. I laugh and unbuckle as he shifts us into park. I throw myself onto his lap and go straight for his belt.
“Get this off so I can show you what a real win looks like,” I say, grinning.
“Yes ma'am.”
I had my mind on something oral, but Hunter opens his door and pulls me out onto the cement slab. There's a window and door here in our little garage, but with the lights out in here, I don't think anyone could see us. Which is a good thing, because Hunter pushes my skirt up and lays me spread-eagle on the hood.
The warmth of the motor burns a little bit against my ass, and Hunter's mouth burns somewhere else. It's not long before I'm gasping for release. He doesn't give it to me, so I sit up and grab at him until I get my hands on his pants. I tug them down, lie back, and beg him: “Please...”
“What the lady wants...”
“The lady gets,” I finish, panting.
I gasp as Hunter pushes inside me, and when we start to rock, I gasp some more. The sex tonight is hard and fast, a little rough. I like it this way. It's not long before I'm screeching Hunter's name, and he's shuddering over me.
When we leave the garage and walk back out into the parking lot, I'm feeling sleepy, but totally satisfied. I squeeze Hunter's hand as we come into view of his plane.
He squeezes back. “It'll be nice to get back to the vineyard.”
I look him over, studying his face, but it's one of those moments where I just can't read him—so I ask. “Do you think you're ready?”
He shrugs. “It's my house.”
“We'll have to christen it.” We did the same thing at the penthouse, making love in all the spots where he was with Priscilla. At first it was hard for me to know details like that, but any doubts I might have been carrying are all gone now.
We follow the row of runway lights, and Hunter helps me into the cabin, then goes out and talks to some of the techs. A few minutes later, he comes back in, with his hands in the pockets of his black pants. I'm surprised to find he looks tense.
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck, rocking my hips into his. “You okay?”
He nods. “Yeah.” He leans down for a hungry-seeming kiss, and we're still going at it in one of the chairs when the pilot turns the 'buckle seat belt’ light on and we have to take our seats. I slide the arm rest up, so our two seats are more like one, and lean my head against his shoulder. Hunter's arm goes around my back.
“Thank you for coming with me,” he murmurs as he kisses my hair.
“To Napa?”
He nods.
“Of course. You know I would go anywhere with you.” I lace my hand through his.
“Would you?” he asks. I search his face for hints of teasing, but he's not.
“Hunter, what's wrong?”
He shuts his eyes and leans his head against the seat.
“Are you feeling bad?”
He shakes his head.
“What is it?”
He takes a deep breath and unbuckles his seat belt. At first I think something's wrong—we're still climbing into the sky—but when his face goes pale and he gets down on one knee, my heart starts pounding.
“Libby, I was going to wait for some time memorable and romantic, but I don't think I can keep this to myself anymore.” He reaches into the pocket of his pants and I stop breathing. “Libby—will you marry me?”
He takes my hand and squeezes my fingers, while his other hand brings out a small, red box. I expect him to open it, but instead he closes his fist around it and looks into my eyes. “I know you're young and you've still got some school to finish. You might want to do things you haven't done, but we can travel. We can do anything you want. Anything it takes to make you happy. If you want to sell the place in Vegas, we can. If you want to—”
“YES!” I throw my arms around his neck. “Hunter, we don't have to do any of that. Yes, I'll marry you!” I smash my lips against his, and I'm laughing. I can feel his smile under my mouth. He deepens the kiss, and I can feel him shudder as I wrap myself around him.
