I wrinkled my nose. “Seriously?”
“As a fuckin’ heart attack, Olivia.”
I shrugged. “I guess I just expected that when you proposed, it would be on one knee and there’d be a ring.”
He slid his hand into his pocket and knelt before me.
“Oh my god,” I rasped.
He held a gorgeous, huge-ass, emerald cut diamond ring, probably three carats, surrounded by two smaller baguette diamonds, in his hand and grinned. “Olivia Joy Worthington, will you marry me?”
I reached for the ring, but he pulled his hand back.
“You have to say ‘yes’ first,” he said.
“Yes.”
“And you know what that means, right?”
I nodded.
He slid it on my ring finger, and I held it up to the light. It fit perfectly and looked stunning on me. Of course it did. My man knew me. He knew my likes, my dislikes, my wants, my needs...everything. It probably cost a mint, especially considering the center diamond was close to flawless.
He rose to his feet, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close, kissing me gently. “I love you, sweetness.”
“I love you, too.” I stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry I pulled all this crap.”
“Good. You should be.”
I ran a finger over his cheekbone. “How much weight have you lost?”
“Don’t worry about that right now,” he said, tugging my shirt over my head. “Worry about how sore your ass is gonna be in the morning.”
“Where’s Clem?” I asked.
“I sent her home,” he said, unsnapping my bra and dropping it to the floor.
He palmed my breasts, kneading the heavy flesh as he kissed me roughly. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his scalp as one of his slid to my ass and squeezed.
“Doc,” I begged. I needed to quench the ache between my legs, but he was going painfully slow.
He pushed my sweats down my legs, panties and all. “Step out,” he ordered, and I did, leaving myself completely naked. His hand between my shoulder blades guided me down and I gripped the back of the sofa. “Do not move.”
He kicked my legs further apart, sliding a hand between them and slapping my pussy. I cried out as my body shuddered with need. He gripped my hips and then he was hovering at my entrance. “Thirteen days, Olivia,” he growled as he used my body as an anchor and relentlessly slammed into me. It was too hard and too fast, but the pain felt so, so good.
I cried out as his palm landed on my ass and I nearly came, but I needed to hold my orgasm back because I wanted more of this. I needed it to last.
“You ever gonna do that again?” he growled.
“No,” I promised.
He slapped me again and I could no longer control my body, screaming his name as I climaxed, my pussy contracting around his cock even as he continued to slam into me. My arms gave out, but he held me tight, keeping me from falling over the sofa, his cock pulsing inside of me as he came.
He pulled out of me and turned me to face him, kissing me deeply as he lifted me and carried me into the bedroom next to the living room.
“This isn’t where I’ve been sleeping,” I rasped between kisses.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he said, setting me on my feet and pulling the comforter down. “On your knees and do not move.”
