‘I really hope they’re happy tears,’ he says.
‘I love you to Pluto and back, Gregory Ryans.’
‘Isn’t itto the moon and back?’
‘You’re really going to comment onmemuddling a saying?’
‘I guess not. Get here.’
I leap up into his arms and wrap my legs tightly around his waist, holding the face of and gazing down at the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. ‘The ring is beautiful. Are they black diamonds?’
‘Yes. They represent your dark streak.’ He smirks with a wicked glint in his eye, then whispers, ‘Aurora.’
* * *
Two hours later, we’ve waved Sandy and Jackson off to Barbados for another Gregory treat and I can finally have what I’ve wanted since the beach: Gregory Ryans, my fiancé, all to myself.
He opens the door to the large, minimalist penthouse suite: cream walls and carpet, oak furniture, white sofas and soft furnishings. I open the French doors to both balconies off the lounge, causing the white chiffon curtains to blow gently into the room. Gregory calls for more champagne. He’s had the hotel stock Pol Rodger 2002 and requests a bottle with two glasses and ice.
‘Set it up in the lounge,’ he says, before hanging up the phone and finding me.
He attacks my mouth, his hand pulling my hair roughly at my neck. He bends me back, my pelvis pushing into his already angry length. He’s been waiting for this, too.My chest rises, pushing my breasts against him, the pressure making me moan into him. He groans deep in his throat and grinds his hips against me, his teeth finding my neck.
‘You’ve agreed to be mine.’ His words are a hoarse whisper in my ear. ‘Completely.’
‘Yes,’ I say, breathless.
He slides his hand down my back, groping my arse over my dress. His fingers work under the silk and brush the satin thong between my cheeks. He picks up my thigh, bending my leg over his hip. ‘You. Are. Mine.’
I open my eyes to find two hooded, black irises fixed on me. ‘Yours.’
‘Tonight, I’m going to take you every way.’
He claims my lip in his teeth, tugging possessively. He lifts my other leg to his hips, then carries me to the master bedroom, past the four-post teak bed, into the large en suite. He lowers me to the vanity unit around the white porcelain sink then moves both hands to my hair, pulling me to his mouth. He grinds hard against me. Then leaves me squirming with need as he flicks on the walk-in shower.
God, he’s hot.
He stalks towards me, unbuttoning his white shirt and releasing the tails from his trousers. I lick my lips, hungry to feel his toned, virile body on me, over me, in me.
‘I’ve had to watch you all day, looking like that, thinking about what I wanted to do to you, not knowing if you’d say yes.’
‘That must have been tough for you,’ I tease, as he lets his shirt fall down his arms to the floor.
‘You have no idea.’ He pushes my legs apart and roughly lifts my arse to the edge of the unit, grinding against my cleft.
‘I think I’ve missed dark Gregory.’
‘Oh, he’s still in here, baby. And he wants to fuck you. He wants toownyou all night.’
I push up from the unit, rolling myself against his crotch. ‘I’d like that.’
My head darts to the door when I hear a noise. He grasps my chin in his hand and turns my head back to him. ‘It’s room service.’
Straightening, I push a hand between us, rubbing his erection over his trousers. Leaning forward, I bite his pec and revel in the rumbling growl from his chest. ‘She wants it rough,’ he says, tugging my hair, lifting my face to look at him.
‘She does.’
‘Game on, Miss Heath.’
