He holds me like I’m something precious. He holds me like he’ll never let me go again. I all but melt in his arms at the soft, gentle touch of his tongue against mine and his arms on my body, caressing up and down my spine.
When I can’t take it anymore, I lift up on his chest and take every inch of him until I’m fully seated.
“You feel so good. So deep inside me,” I moan as he takes a nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue around, grazing me with his teeth. One hand finds my clit, while the other holds me in place as he snaps his hips up into me.
I try to hold on, but this—him—it all feels too good. Tooright. Rowan’s hips pick up the pace as he thrusts up into me, his lips feverishly latching on to every bit of skin he can find. “Right there, yes,” I scream, clenching around him. My legs turn to jelly and my thighs quiver but Rowan’s thumb keeps adding pressure to my clit.
I scream his name as I collapse in a heap on top. Rowan’s hands caress my back as he slows down, kneading my ass.
“Why are you stopping?” I ask, frowning as I look at his hazel eyes. Any trace of sleep is gone as he looks at me adoringly.
“Do you remember that yoga class we took?” he says, amusement in his eyes.
“Yes?” I say, confused as to why he’s bringing that up now.
“I have an idea if you wanna practice your balance.” He smirks and I can’t help but smile.
“Okay.”
Rowan repositions us so we’re standing, my legs hooked around his back and my arms around his neck. He aligns himself back with my entrance and slowly guides my hips until he’s all the way inside me. I groan and throw my head back as he picks up the pace. He fucks me hard, holding me up in his arms. Even though he’s the one doing most of the work, my legs give out and I start to fall out of his arms.
He tosses me on the bed and licks my pussy from my entrance to my clit with the flat of his tongue, his eyes not leaving mine. I whimper and he pushes my legs to my chest, entering me in a single thrust. The new position makes my eyes roll back but he brings me back with a single command, “Eyes on me, Mags.”
I obediently listen and keep my eyes on his face as he folds me further into myself. His fingers dig into the back of my thighs and he loses all his control, snapping his hips against mine again and again until I feel him pulsing inside me.Rowan’s eyes are screwed shut, his abs flexing as he sways on the spot. I pull him down on top of me and wrap my legs around him.
His head rests on my chest and we both try to catch our breath. “I love you so much,” he says, kissing the spot above my heart.
I grin down at him and kiss his forehead. “Marry me,” I say.
Rowan sits up, caging me in between his forearms. His serious eyes search my face, assessing if I’m joking or not. “Are you serious?”
I nod, biting my lower lip. “Very. I meant what I said in my interview. I want to be yours for the rest of my life.”
The smile he gives me is so wide and giddy, it brings out both the dimples in his cheeks. He pulls out of me but wraps his arms around my shoulders, scooting us both up the bed to his side. He reaches over me and pulls something out of the drawer. I try to look but all I see is his torso in my face. I reach up and nibble at his skin as he giggles.
“Before you eat me, let me give you this,” he says. I hear a little snap and he returns, hovering over me. When his hand comes into view, I see the most beautiful princess cut diamond ring. My vision blurs and Rowan pulls me up so we’re both kneeling on the bed, naked.
“I bought this after our last Italy trip,” he says, giving me a sheepish look.
“Ro—” I say, choked up. He’s had the ring for a whole year? He’s thought about marriage for longer than that, he even told me back in the Bahamas that he wanted to settle down. All this time I’ve wasted, when we could have been so much more.
“I wanted to ask you so many times, but—” he says, inhaling sharply. He brings my left hand up between us and slides the ring on my finger. “I guess I was waiting forthe perfect time.”
“I’m sorry it’s taken me this long,” I say, wiping a tear and resting my hand over his heart, admiring the ring.
“I’m not. We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be,” he says, covering my hand with his and kissing me.
“We’re not leaving this bed today, are we?” I chuckle as he pulls me against him again.
“No, I don’t think so.” He smiles. “Unless there’s something else you need?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and lightly scratch at his nape. “I’m holding my whole world in my arms, what more would I need?”
EPILOGUE
Game. Set. Match. Maggie Taylor Makes History With a Calendar Grand Slam
QUEENS, NY—Taylor has accomplished something that many professional players only dream to achieve—a Calendar Grand Slam.
