“I’m so happy Cheryl and Keven came with us,” I tell Keanu as we get ready for bed.
“Me too,” he agrees, slipping under the covers in his boxers. “Kev is the least intrusive of my brothers. Well, besides Keats.”
“What do you think Kent is getting up to in our absence?” I ask, wiping the cleansing milk off my face with some cotton pads.
Keanu snorts. “I’d prefer not to think about that. I’ve no doubt it’s party central at the condo. Thank God, I remembered to lock our bedroom door and take the key.”
“I bet he misses you,” I say, switching off the overhead light and crawling into bed in only a silk tank and my panties. Keanu already has the bedside lamps turned on, bathing the room in a subtle glow.
He shrugs. “It’s hard to tell with Kent sometimes.”
I throw my leg over his, pressing my side into his body, my breasts smooshing against his hard, warm chest. “I want to make a plan, K,” I say, knowing he will get what I’m referencing. “I need you,” I plead, tracing circles on his hot flesh with the tip of my finger.
“Twice-daily orgasms aren’t doing it, huh?” he teases, threading his fingers through my hair.
I lean up and peck his lips. “I’m not complaining. And the orgasms are mind-blowing, but as much as I love your hands and your mouth, I need more.” I prop up on one elbow, my hair tumbling over my shoulder. “I need all of you. I’m ready.” I cup his gorgeous face. “Are you?”
He twists around so we’re both on our sides, facing one another. He takes my hand, joining our fingers. “I am, and I think this is the perfect place to make love for the first time.”
“It is. I’m comfortable here. Happy here.” He nods. “But?” I ask, sensing there is one.
He drags his lower lip between his teeth, peering intensely into my eyes. I don’t know what he is looking for, or what he sees, but I notice the moment he makes his decision. “Close your eyes.”
I frown. “What?”
“Just close your eyes, baby. For one minute.” He kisses me.
I’ve no idea what this has to do with the discussion we were having, but I trust him, so I close my eyes. The bed shifts as he moves, and then, I hear the opening of a drawer.
“You can open your eyes now,” he says. I blink my eyes open and stare at him. He’s kneeling in front of me on the bed with his hands behind his back.
Shit, he’s not going to tie me up or something, is he?A prickle of unease sweeps over my suddenly overheated skin. But I dismiss that thought the second it invades my mind. Keanu would never suggest that.
“Sit up,” he croaks, and I do as he says, resting my back against the headboard. He clears his throat. “I’ve waited a long time to make love to you, Selena, and I know you’re ready. But something was holding me back, and it wasn’t what I thought.”
I’m not following, and if he changes his mind, I’m going to be so disappointed. But I will never hold it against him. He has waited years for me to reach this point. And I can wait longer if that’s what he needs.
“Coming here helped make it clear in my mind.” His eyes glisten, and I reach for him the same time he places his arms out in front of him. I gasp as he pops the lid on a small blue box. “I want to make love to you, Selena. But I want to do it as husband and wife. Will you marry me?”
27
Selena
Istare at the ring with my mouth open, my eyes wide in shock. My heart is thumping wildly behind my rib cage, and butterflies invade my chest, celebrating like it’s Mardi Gras.
“Say something,” Keanu pleads.
I lift my blurry eyes to my boyfriend. His eyes betray his vulnerability, and I need to put him out of his misery.
I don’t need to think about this at all.
Not for a single second.
“Yes,” I say, as tears pool in my eyes. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” A sob bursts from my mouth, but it’s all good, because it’s a happy, emotionally charged sob. My heart soars, and I’ve never felt so happy in my life. This is everything.Heis everything.
Keanu crashes his mouth against mine, and our lips and tongues tangle in a frenzied marriage of lust and love. “I love you,” he pants when we finally break apart.
“I loveyou.” I smile so wide my jaw hurts.
