I take a greedy bite. “Damn…”
“Want another one?”
I nod enthusiastically, stripping my cut and T-shirt off. She offers me a second strawberry. I feel a dribble of warm chocolate running down the corner of my mouth. Leaning close, she licks it off, and I growl.
After we finish our treat, she urges me back on the throw and frees my erection. She climbs on top of me, easing me inside her. I close my eyes as she starts to move slowly, grinding her body in the perfect rhythm, taking me deep and crying out my name.
I lace my fingers with hers, enjoying the way she looks with her head thrown back, making love to me in a way Starlet only can. We’ve grown close over the last two months—it might as well be two years. Then I think about the engagement ring burning a hole in my front jeans pocket. Sometime over the next day or two, I’ll find the courage to hit my knees and beg her to be my wife.
But not right now.
I gaze up at her. “You’re amazing, baby.”
“Brick…”
“What, baby?”
“I-I…”
“Want me to finish this?”
She nods, and I gently flip her onto her back, then pull out long enough to lose the rest of my clothes. “Mine,” I say as I thrust inside her again, her wet warmth a fucking sanctuary I never want to leave.
“Yours,” she says.
I capture her mouth, tasting champagne and chocolate. “Never forget it, Starlet.”
