She bends her head over them, her brows furrowed as her gaze scans across them, trying to make sense of what she's seeing. "What is this, Lincoln?"
"I asked our planning team to draw these up," I whisper, my heart beating so loud I'm sure she hears it. "Two days after I met you, actually." I swallow when her gaze shifts from the plans to my face. "My meeting with the mayor and city council the other day was to float this redesign, with your store intact."
"I don't understand," she whispers.
"I need you more than I need this building, Lilah." I cup her cheek, my eyes locked with hers. "I need you, and I need you to keep your store. I won't be the one who takes it from you, not when it means so much to you. So we're building around it."
"What about your bid?"
"If you'll allow me to do it, this building will be your wedding present," I rasp.
She gapes at me, shock written all across her perfect face.
"I'm in love with you. I don't need this building, sweetness. It's yours. It'll always be yours. I just need my ring on your finger."
"You love me?" she chokes.
"So much I can't breathe through it," I whisper. "I don't give a fuck if we're moving at the speed of light. I don't want to slow down. I know what I want. She's standing in front of me."
"I love you too," she blurts.
"Christ," I groan, pulling her into my arms to take her mouth in a deep kiss. There's nothing slow or sweet about it. It's wild, all lips and tongue and desperation. She's in love with me. The woman of my dreams…actually loves me.
Thank God.
Thank you, God.
I back her up against the wall, my hands slipping beneath her shirt. I need her naked and on my cock, right fucking now. I'm not sure I'll be able to breathe until she's coming all over me again. I need it like I need oxygen.
"Wait," she whispers, trying to grab my hands. "I have to tell you something."
"You have until you're naked," I growl, ripping her shirt off over her head. Her bra goes next, removed at warp speed. I pause for a second—just long enough to draw one hard nipple into my mouth.
She moans, her hands tangling in my hair. "You don't have to buy the building for me. I talked to my dad. He's going to put in a bid for me."
"No need," I growl around her nipple before sucking hard enough to have her crying out my name. "It'll be your wedding present, sweetness. Your name will be the only one on the deed, that way you know it's always and only yours. I won't have a single thing to do with it."
"You…oh God," she groans when I rip her button free and yank her zipper down before immediately plunging my handinside her pants, cupping her pussy in my palm. She's already so fucking wet and ready for me. "You don't have to do that."
I meet her gaze, my hand still against her sex. "I want to do it, Lilah. I have more money than I'll ever be able to spend. And I planned on buying this building in the first place. My plans for it may have changed, but the money is still there. Let me do this for you. I don't want it between us, festering like some wound that won't ever heal. This building matters to you."
"You matter more," she whispers. "That's why I called my dad. I didn't want to lose you because this place was standing between us. I'd always regret that, Lincoln."
I groan, kissing her hard and deep again. When she squirms against me, I flick her panties to the side, placing my thumb against her clit. I don't stop kissing her while I play with her, thrusting two fingers inside to fuck her with them, and then adding a third, just so she's stretched and full and ready for my cock.
She's coming all over my fingers in seconds, my name ringing out around us. I work her through it, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her perfect body.
As soon as she goes limp, I yank her pants down, kneeling to help her step out of them. And then I throw one leg over my shoulder and feast on her. I can't help it. Her perfect pussy is right there in my face. I need a taste, won't survive without it.
She rides my face like a wild thing, her hands in my hair as she rocks her hips, using my lips and tongue to get her there again. When she falls this time, I'm so goddamn hard it hurts.
I'm on her in two seconds, pinning her to the wall while ripping through my pants to free my cock.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips, "so much that I'm about to imprint my cock in you so you never forget it, sweetness."
Her response gets lost as I lift her, slamming her down on my cock.
"Lincoln!" she screams, her head thumping against the wall.
