8 MONTHS LATER
Tossing my suit jacket onto the corner chair in the hotel room, I'm relieved we can hit the mattress. Turning my head, I see Esme throwing her shoes carelessly onto the floor. She lost the heels already two hours ago while dancing at Liam's wedding.
"I'm not sure who was drunker, Liam’s uncle or Ava's cousin." She has a bewildered face.
"The Irish always win, so Liam's uncle for sure." I unbutton my shirt, my entire body feeling heavy. "At least we kept it together."
She walks to me and presents her back as my cue to unzip her dress. Knee-length and turquoise were a solid choice, and the lack of bra even better.
Esme snickers. "Alcohol-wise, but our feet will be killing us tomorrow."
I place a soft kiss on her shoulder as her dress pools at her feet. "Luckily, brunch for out-of-town guests isn't until 10:30, so we can sleep in."
We explored Sage Creek yesterday when we arrived in Colorado and grabbed a coffee at Smokey Java's over on Main Street this morning. So we’ll feel no guilt on our part if we skip tourist activities tomorrow morning.
I unbuckle my pants as Esme circles toward me, and I'm rewarded with the view of her near naked body, with her breasts pert and nipples peaked, and her sly smile is hot as hell. Stepping closer, I encase my arms around her with a sound rumbling in my throat.
"Am I your prize since you didn't catch the bouquet?" Doesn't matter. I'll ask her to marry me anyway very soon.
She lifts her finger and plants it on my lips to shush me. "It seems I've gotten something better."
One step closer and I break away from her finger. I kiss her lips long and smooth while I walk us to the foot of the mattress. As soon as the back of Esme's knees hit the bed, I lie her down, hovering over her and settling between her open thighs.
"We're going to be so tired tomorrow," I whisper, though I’m not deterred as I tug on her panties.
"Worth it," she rasps and bucks her hips up to help me remove the last scrap of fabric on her body.
I nuzzle into her neck, smelling the faint remainder of her perfume, and my teeth graze her skin. "I love you," I murmur into her body.
"Imagine that, I love you, too."
We madeit quick that round before we both fell victim to our sleepy slumber, tangled around one another. But waking up is a different story.
Slow kisses and hands roaming for minutes, our eyes locked, and we said nothing with the sun brightening the room, as we forgot to close the second curtain. Esme has a beautiful glow. Especially when we end up in the middle of the bed, both sitting up and her body on top of my lap as I piston up inside her.
I hold her hips firm, and her hands rest on my shoulders. Our heavy breathing fills the room, and a scolding warmth radiates from our skin. I guide her to continue to bounce on top of me, her breasts pressed against my bare chest. The white sheet that was wrapped around us is now a knotted mess somewhere near my feet.
"Esme, I'm almost there," I say against her lips.
Her breath trails from my mouth down along my cheekbone and then right to my ear. "Me too."
I can feel her tighten, and I move fast, more robust as I thrust into her. If the room next door doesn't hear us orgasm, then they should fucking check their hearing.
Esme and I move together until we both find a release that has been building since the moment she sat on my lap, taunting me with her tits and her hair thrown behind her shoulders. Such a beauty.
With my heart about to explode as I remain inside of her, attempting to return to a normal breath, I'm surprised I don't fall back. But I always like it when Esme falls apart then rests her cheek against my shoulder as we take a few moments to return to earth.
"Marry me," she asks, exhausted.
Guess I'm not returning to earth quite yet.
Blinking my eyes, I'm not sure I heard her right. "Say what?"
She doesn't move an inch. "Marry me."
Now I'm wide awake. I set my hands on her upper arms toencourage her to create space. Our eyes meet, and Esme is completely unreadable.
"Marry me." Her tone has turned anxious.
