Really, really erotic.
Cole’s eyes were wild, and his muscles flexed as he started to move so fast that all I could do was hold the dresser while he buried himself inside me over and over again.
“Cole!” I screamed when he reached around my body and fingered my clit. “I love you. I love you so much!”
I went over the edge, and I watched the fierceness on Cole’s face as my core squeezed around his cock.
His jaw clenched and he threw his head back.
The intensity of watching him while he found his own release was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Fuck!” he grunted as he leaned over my back. “I love seeing my ring on your finger.”
“Caveman,” I panted, loving every moment of the way that he loved me.
He turned me around and urged me to hop up.
I wrapped my legs around him, and he walked us back to the bed.
He collapsed on the mattress with me on top of him.
He settled me over him and wrapped his arms around me protectively before he said, “I love you, Lauren, and I do have some caveman in me, but I’d never hurt a hair on your head.”
I cuddled against him as I caught my breath. “I know that. I actually kind of like your caveman sometimes. He’s incredibly hot and sexy.”
He chuckled before he said huskily, “Marry me soon. If you need a longer engagement, I’ll deal with it, but I can’t wait until you’re officially mine.”
“I don’t need a long engagement, and no big wedding please,” I insisted as I lifted my head to see his face. “All I need is my adopted family and my friends in Crystal Fork. We could get married here at the ranch if that’s okay with you.”
He frowned. “I think you deserve something nicer than a wedding here.”
I shook my head. “Nothing is more romantic than getting married on a ranch in Montana. I don’t want a fancy wedding, Cole. I just want you. Take me on a romantic honeymoon. I’d love that.”
“Done,” he agreed readily. “How fast can we arrange the wedding?”
I sighed. “I need a little time even though the wedding is going to be small. Early September? The weather should still be okay, and that will give me a few months.”
“I’ll help,” he told me. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”
He would.
I knew that.
My man would do whatever it took to make me happy.
I loved that about Cole, but it was something I’d never take for granted.
“I love you,” I told him softly. “I can handle most of the arrangements for the wedding. You can deal with the honeymoon.”
“We’re going to be gone for a while,” he warned me. “I can think of more than one place we’d like to go. Probably several places in Europe. Starting with Paris?”
I let out a long, happy breath. “Perfect. Just tell me how much time I need to take off, and I’ll arrange my schedule. Paris would be very romantic.”
I’d only been out of the country once, to Mexico.
Everything we’d do and see would be new to me. Cole had traveled extensively, but I’d discovered that he’d done more business and very little exploring during his travels.
I yawned and Cole stroked a hand over my hair. “Rest, angel,” he said. “We’ll work out the details later.”
