“Worth it,” he rasps in my ear. He pushes his hips into my thigh, his cock already hard.
“Reed,” I moan. “We can’t here, they’ll throw us in jail.” He laughs quietly at my words.
“Let’s go back to the room.” He jumps up from the lounger, pulling me along with him and subtly adjusts himself in his trunks. “I need to be inside you.”
He doesn’t even give me time to throw on my cover-up before he’s dragging us along the path and to our suite.
The minute the door closes he pounces, pinning me against it and holding me in place with his hips. His hard cock nestles between my thighs, just the thin layers of swimwear separating us.
“I can’t get enough,” he breathes. “No matter how many times I’m inside you, how many times I make us come, it’s never enough.”
“I feel the same, it’s like I’m not complete without you inside me.” He groans at my words.
“Get on the bed,” he commands, loosening his grip on me so I can slip past him.
I lie on my back and spread my thighs, giving him a glimpse of what he can’t quite see yet with my bikini still on.
He pauses on his route to the bed, and drags his hand down his face.
“Fuck, I wasn’t going to do this now, I had it all planned. I wanted something romantic but I need to make you mine. I can’t wait any longer.”
He spins around and riffles through one of the drawers in the dresser. Finding whatever it is he’s looking for, he clasps it in his hand and walks towards me.
Climbing on to the bed, he hovers over me, placing one hand by my head to hold him up, while the other comes up between us. He has something pinched between his pointer finger and thumb.
I focus my gaze on it and gasp. I swear my heart stops before it starts again, this time beating double itsnormal rate.
“Reed,” I breathe.
“I need you to put this on, baby girl. I need you to wear this and never take it off. I need you to be mine.”
Holy shit, this is really happening.
Reed Burke is asking me to marry him. Well, not really asking, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, and let’s be fair, my man doesn’t ask. He takes. And right now, he’s taking me.
I lift my hand up, my left hand, and place my ring finger near him so he can slip the ring onto my finger. It’s a perfect fit — which of course it is, this man doesn’t do anything by half.
He lowers his head to mine, resting our foreheads together.
“Mine,” he rasps.
“Yours,” I breathe. “Forever.”
Epilogue
Reed
5 years later
If you’d have told me that at the ripe old age of forty-eight I’d be a husband and father of three rambunctious children, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, with a wife twenty-two years my junior and a father to two-year-old twin boys and a two-month-old daughter.
I’m standing over the stove cooking dinner for the love of my life while Luke Combs croons about being a lucky man and winding up with a five leafclover.
I can relate to that.
I hear the top stair creak as Bella makes her way down. She’s been up there putting the kids to sleep, not that Paloma will give us long; that girl likes her mother’s milk too much — can’t say I blame her, it’s fucking delicious.
Bella’s small hands wrap around my waist from behind and she places a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades.
