“Then I’d say that this is absolutely excessive gift-giving.”
“Depends on your definition of excessive.I don’t think giving the woman I love exactly what she deserves would qualify as excessive.”I reach for her hand, swallowing it with mine.“Would you?”
"Roarke, oh my—This is too much.It's beautiful, but?—"
"But nothing."I step closer, my hands finding her waist."You gave up your dreams of sailing around the world to take care of Isla and me.This is...this is those dreams back.Whenever you want them."
Tears glisten in her eyes as she looks from the boat to me and back again."The name..."
"Mia Bella.Because you are.Beautiful.And mine, if you'll have me."
She kisses me then, soft and sweet and tasting like Ada's Christmas punch and everything I could ever want.
What starts as gratitude quickly becomes something deeper, more desperate, as three months of shared mornings and whispered confessions and building a life together crashes over us like a wave.
"Show me," she huffs softly against my lips."Show me our boat."
TheMia Bella’s cabin is warm and welcoming, all honey-colored wood and soft lighting, smelling faintly of cedar, salt, and something that belongs to her alone—that sexy scent of sun-warmed skin and the perfume that has been driving me mad for months.
The second the door clicks shut, I have her pressed back against it, my mouth devouring hers.
Her lips open under mine, and my tongue slides immediately in.
“God, I’ve been hard for you all night,” I growl against her mouth, one hand fisting in her hair, the other sliding up under her dress.“Sitting through dinner, watching you smile at everyone else when all I wanted was you—alone, spread out, taking my cock like you were made for it.”
She moans, the sound low and desperate, and I move forward, my hands slipping her dress from her shoulders.The green silk falls to the floor in a whisper, pooling at her feet to reveal lace the exact color of sin.
“Fuck, Mia…” My thumbs trace the edge of her bra before yanking the cups down, freeing her breasts to my hands and mouth.I suck one dusky-pink nipple hard, my teeth scraping just enough to make her gasp, while my other hand slides between her thighs.
She’s already wet, the heat of her searing my fingers as I rub slow circles over her clit through the lace.“You’re drenched.Sitting at that table all night like this, knowing I couldn’t touch you.Were you thinking about me?Thinking about this cock filling you up?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her hips rolling into my hand.“Always.”
The answer nearly undoes me.
I hook my fingers into her panties, tearing them down her legs and lifting her onto the small dining table.The wood creaks under her as I step between her knees, unzipping just enough to free myself.
The moment I sink into her, we both groan—me from the tight, slick heat gripping my cock, her from the stretch she takes so perfectly.
I push in to the hilt, holding there for a beat just to feel her pulse around me.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I rasp, starting to move, my hips snapping against hers.“I could live inside you.”
Her fingers claw into my shoulders, pulling me closer.“Don’t stop, Roarke?—”
“I couldn’t if I tried,” I grind out, my pace deep and steady, my hands gripping her perfect ass to drag her onto me harder.“Look at me, Mia.Look at me when I tell you—” I thrust hard, making her gasp.“—that I love you more than my next breath.”
“I love you, too, Roarke.So much.”
Her eyes are glassy with lust, her lips parted, and that’s when it hits me.
Sharp.Unstoppable.
“Marry me.”
She blinks, breathless.“What?”
I fuck into her harder, the table thudding against the wall.“Marry me.Say yes, so every time I think about this moment, I’ll remember exactly how you felt—how you sounded—when you promised me forever.”
