He draws backslowly, slowly, before sliding in to the hilt again. “I love you too.”
With precision, he glides back, then thrusts into me, over and over, his lips still pressed to mine.
I swallow his cries of pleasure and relinquish mine to him. Warmth floods my channel, and my orgasm sucks in every last drop of his release.
Still inside me, he nuzzles into my neck, kissing my pulse point. We stay there for I don’t know how long before our muscles finally relax and he’s forced to slip out of me.
He kneels between my legs, sweat glistening at his hairline and across his chest. “Let me see it.”
Clenching my core, I obey.
In wonderment, he watches his cum leak from my pussy. He gathers it with his fingertips and shoves it back into my cunt, and nowI’mthe one whimpering. “There you go, honey. Save that for round two.”
46
Millie
Ten Months Later
MONTHS AGO,I overheard Ezra talking to Cam about wanting to wait until the show got off the ground and the dust settled before he proposed. ButThe Proposalwas practically an overnight sensation, and life has yet to slow down. In fact, between Ezra’s new role as principal, the unexpected success of the show, and Kane’s school and work schedule, we’ve been going a mile a minute. I was even nominated for a Tony for best performance by an actress in a leading role in a musical. I didn’t win, but the show did bring home an award for best original score. Ezra looked so breathtaking in his tux on the red carpet, I considered flushing my birth control that night.
I was convinced he’d propose while we were in the Hamptons after the Tony’s last week. Joey and Cam met us there, which felt like a dead giveaway, but when I came home without a ring on my finger, I did my best not to be salty.
Turning onto my side, I tap my phone screen. Two a.m. Ugh.There’s no use lying here when I can’t sleep, so I slip on a pair of comfy cotton shorts and one of Ezra’s shirts, then pad my way into the kitchen for a cup of chamomile tea.
Just as I sit on the couch with my mug, Ezra appears. With one eye still glued shut, he tucks his messy curls behind his ears. The plaid pajama pants hanging from his hips reveal the panty-dropping, delicious lines pointing straight to his?—
“Everything okay?” He props himself against the doorway with his arms crossed.
“Can’t sleep,” I say over my steaming mug.
“Do you feel okay?”
“I’m fine.”
His brows pinch together in uncertainty, but he doesn’t continue to dig.
Uneasy under his scrutiny, I blurt out, “Why haven’t you proposed?”
Something like shock spreads across his face.
Before he can answer, I go on. “Do you not want to marry me?”
He immediately rounds the sofa and sits beside me. “What would ever give you that idea?”
“Nothing, actually.” I shrug, setting the mug on the table. “I just—we’ve been living together for nearly a year.”
“Mills.” He rests a hand on my thigh. “We’ve been so busy. I didn’t want to add any more busyness to your life.”
I keep my attention downcast, but his gaze burns my cheek.
“Wait right here,” he finally says.
When he returns, he drops to his haunches, his knees hitting the floor between my feet. Then he grips me by the hips to pull me closer to the edge of the sofa. A hard object digs into my hipbone, but before I can see what it is, he’s presenting me with a dark red velvet box.
“Millie.” He clears his throat. “Amelia, you captivated mefrom the moment I met you in Greece. You sparkled and shone like a diamond. Maybe it’s corny, but it’s the damn truth. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. While we may have had an unconventional reunion”—we both chuckle at that—“we were given a second chance.” He quickly wipes at his eyes. “You make everything in my life brighter. Being with you is entertaining and exciting. It’s a privilege. And I promise I won’t ever let you feel otherwise. I loved pretending to be married to you. I want to do it for real.” He takes a deep breath. “So, I have a question…”
My heart races, and my stomach is twisted into knots. My hands are trapped in his. Otherwise I’d wipe the dampness from my face.
