Her lashes flutter against my cheek. I release a groan at the slightest touch from her. Our future carves a path in my mind, certain and sure. “Be my wife. Agree to be my one and only happy something, forever plus a day. Life has taught me some harsh as fuck lessons, Sutt. Reality is unpredictable and fickle and cruel. I want us to live in the stars. You’re my dream. Be my fantasy for always. I’m not taking more risks where we’re concerned. I want you tied to me, irrevocably and always. Promise to be mine for the rest of our lives. Please make me the luckiest man to walk this jaded earth.”
Her eyes mist with a fresh wave of tears. “Y-yes. Of course, I’ll marry you.”
I rub over the third finger on her left hand, bare and missing an essential symbol. “I don’t have your ring with me.”
She lets her jaw hang open. “You bought me a ring?”
“Course, baby. Remember the day I woke up with you lying next to me?”
“How could I forget?”
I brush my nose along hers. “Now you really won’t.”
Sutton nods in the general direction of her car. “Let’s go home.”
“Someone’s in a sudden hurry,” I laugh. “Are you aching?”
She rocks her hips into mine. “Yes, so much. Aren’t you?”
“Hell yes. I need to shower and make love to my fiancé, not necessarily in that order.”
“Well,” she bites her lip, “good thing we discovered both of those can be done at once.”
I kiss her again, longer this time. My tongue drags across the seam of her mouth until she opens for me. We share a groan, hands fisting any fabric within reach. I pull away before things get out of control in the jail parking lot.
“Damn, I missed you,” I whisper.
Her eyes are bedroom heavy and reflect the desire burning through me. “Show me how much?”
“I gladly will. Each day for the rest of mine.”
33
Grady
Happy something #2: Sutton Rose Olsen.
Iscrub a towel over my wet hair and turn toward Sutton. There’s pure fire in her tropical blue eyes. I’ve missed that fierce desire over the last ten days. But I’m home and we’re together. We’ll never be apart that long again.
She’s perched so pretty on the edge of our bed. A slinky white dress covers her slim figure, but I’m acutely aware of the seductive curves hidden underneath. I lick my lips with a slow glide. Her taste still lingers there. My mouth waters for another shot of that tangy flavor.
I prowl closer, wearing nothing except a pair of black boxer briefs. “Why’d you bother getting dressed?”
Sutton’s gaze devours me. She doesn’t bother hiding the appraisal. I flex my muscles for her benefit. My upper body is more defined due to vigorous hours in the county gym. Jail only offers a few options for recreation. At least this gets my girl more hot and bothered, if that’s even possible.
When only a mere foot separates us, she walks her toes up my bare legs. Her voice is all smoke and filthy promises about to be fulfilled. “What should we do today?”
I grab her ankle and kiss along the delicate bone. “I have several ideas. All of them involve you and this bed.”
Sutton scoots closer to the edge of our mattress. “Oh? Just this room?”
“For starters.” I ghost my lips up her smooth calf.
“Well, I have something in mind.”
I reach the sensitive skin behind her knee. “Whatever it is can wait.”
“This is a surprise.”
