Page 229 of A Torturous Kiss

I nod my head. “I opened up about my brothers. It’s-”

“A month until their anniversary,” she finishes. I nod my head again. “How did you stop it?”

Untangling my fingers from her hair I bring my hand between us that wears the ring she gave me. “This right here.”

Her eyes mist over like sparkling diamonds. Taking my hand she kisses my ring before kissing me. Nose to nose she says, “I’ll aways fight with you, big guy. Always.”

I wrap her in my arms, can’t getting enough of the feel of her. “I know. It gave me the strength I needed.Youare the strength I need.”

She shakes her head. “You have so much strength, Oak. More than you’ll ever know. You have given me so much strength. You’re a fighter, don’t you ever doubt that.”

“I know, baby. But you,” I cup her face in my hands, “you’re the source of all my strength. Superman has the sun. I have you.”

Tears fall from her eyes before she has the chance to blink them away. I catch them. Swiping them with my thumbs. She’s even fucking gorgeous when she cries.

“Tomorrow,” she says and my brows furrow in confusion.

“What?”

“Tomorrow,” she says again unwavering. “I want to marry you tomorrow.”

Laughter overtakes me as it rumbles from my chest and wracks my entire frame. It’s the deep belly laughter. The kind once upon a time I feared I would never have again.

She playfully slaps me on the chest, giving me a narrowed look. “This isn’t a laughing matter, big guy.”

“Of course not, baby,” I say as my laughter dies down.

She rolls her eyes at me. “Then what are you laughing for? Marry me tomorrow. I’ve decided the date.”

My hands squeeze her firm and plump ass that always tempts me. “Because if I knew saying that would have you ready to marry me I would’ve said it six months ago.”

She slaps me again, biting back a smile of her own. “I’ve always been ready to marry you, Oak.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she replies softly.

“What about the big wedding you’ve always dreamed of? The gown? The walk down the aisle? The first dance? What about everything you’ve ever wanted?”

Her eyes turn soft. Framing my face she says, “You’re all I’ve ever wanted. The rest doesn’t matter.”

My heart fucking swells. I press an opened mouth kiss to her lips. “It does matter. You deserve to have everything, Grace. I want to give you the world.”

“I don’t want the world. I just want you. Only ever you.”

Made for me. This woman was fucking made for me.

Grasping her hips I roll her on her back. My cock hardens inside her, ready for another round.

“You really want to get married tomorrow?”

“Yes,” she breathes. She circles her hips and it has my eyes rolling to the back of my head with pleasure.

“I’m still giving you the big wedding, baby.” I’m adamant. And selfishly I want it, too. I want to have the dance as husband and wife. I want to see her walking down the aisle. I want the memories to be burned in my head forever. I want to hold onto them when I feel the past trying to take me back. Because this, this woman will save me every time.

She tugs at my lower lip, giving it a little nip before soothing it with her tongue. “But I’m marrying you tomorrow.”

I smile down at her. Wide and brilliant. “Yeah, baby,” I agree lovingly. “I’m marrying you tomorrow. How does forever sound to you future Mrs. Oak?”

Her smile is the most breathtaking I have ever seen from her. My god, it’s fucking captivating. “It sounds absolutely perfect.”