“Andi Morgan, will you do me the endless honor of being my wife? Will you marry me?”
The tears can no longer be contained and are running unchecked down her beautiful face. The light in her eyes is absolutely glowing and she is completely speechless.Her eyes dart quickly between looking at me, on the floor, then back to the still closed black box. Her mouth opens and closes as if she’s trying to speak but the words will not form.
I have to admit I’m a little nervous, still here on one bent knee, and everyone around watching in stunned silence. They are also waiting for the answer Andi still hasn’t given me. When her eyes dart back to mine, I smile warmly and invitingly as I open the box to reveal its contents.
“I picked this one because I know how much you love vintage stores. I’m not a diamond expert, but it hasbaguette and princess cut diamonds that wrap around the caviar beaded band with a round 2-carat center stone.”
I take it out of the box and slide it on her finger. The size fits perfectly. She still hasn’t made a sound and I’m not certain she’s even blinked recently.
“Think I can get an answer now?”
“YES! Yes, yes, yes!” She screams out. She flies into my arms and kisses me as the restaurant patrons erupt in applause. She doesn’t stop kissing me or even flinch an acknowledgment when the evening crowd calls out their well wishes for us.
With my free hand, I grab our flutes again and we toast ourengagement. We are still in the floor, with me down on one knee and Andi sitting on the other. Several flashes from camera phones go off as people take our picture. Pictures that may end up in the tabloids but I don’t even care. At least everyone will know she is mine.
We finish our meal with several people stopping by our table to congratulate us. My pride swells in my chest as I catch her looking at her ring in awe every couple of minutes. Unable to stand it any longer, I break downduring dessert and ask her.
“Do you like it? If not,we can go exchange it for something else. You can pick out whatever you want.”
She jerks her hand away like I’m about to take it back right now. She exclaims, “No! I love it – it’s perfect!” Her perfect facetransforms into the cutest scowl as she says, “You’re not taking it back.”
I laugh and reassure her, “Ok, ok. I won’t take it back. I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it, Luke. Really – it fits me perfectly in every way,” she says as she stretches out her arm, fans out her fingers and watches as the candlelight sparkles off the diamonds. It makes me feel like man – and loved, respected, and appreciated – to know that she loves something I’ve put a lot of thought into getting her. Especially something as significant as this.
The past six months with her have been the best time of my life. As we leave the restaurant, Andi suggests we go for a short walk. The early October air is more crisp than usual and the slight breeze makes it the perfect weather for walking and enjoying time together.
Andi snuggles in close to me as we stroll down the sidewalk. I spot a small deserted park with small white lights strung throughout the trees, several park benches and a few swings for kids. The music from the restaurant nearby filters through the air, creating a romantic atmosphere. I pull her into my arms for a slow dance in the fall air and enjoy the feel of her body pressed against mine.
I couldn’t have written a more perfect ending to this day. The only woman I’ve ever really loved just agreed to be my wife. She’s in my arms, pressed against my body, and looking at me like I hung the moon and stars. Exactly the same way I’m looking at her.
“I’m ready to take you home, Ms. Morgan,” I whisper suggestively in her ear.
“I’m ready to be taken home, Mr. Woods,” she purrs back to me.
Nowthisis the perfect ending to a perfect evening.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
ANDI
The water jostles over me, sending suds cascading down my arm as I bring the glass of champagne to my lips. Luke is settled in behind me in the oversized claw tub in my bathroom. I’m still in shock over him asking me to marry him tonight. There were no clues, no hints, nothing at all that gave any indication he was even thinking about it.
But I’m so beyond thrilled it’s not even funny. I can’t wait to start planning our wedding but we probably should set a date first. I’m determined to enjoy our engagement and not rush it no matter what. I hope that we can finally just enjoy our time together without so many surprises and issues cropping up.
Luke’s arm wraps around me as he fully pulls me up onto his lap. His hands cup mybreasts, the water and bubble bath acting as a lubricant on my skin and allowing his hands to smoothly glide over me. I involuntarily arch my back and push my body into his hands. His mouth finds mine and thoroughly kisses me senseless.
I feel his full, thick erection between my legs and I know he’s ready for me. As ready as I am for him and I absolutely cannot wait one more second. I take him in my hand and guide him to my entrance. His hands find my hips and he helps raise me until I’m positioned to take him fully inside me.
I slide down him, feeling him stretch and fill me completely, until he is fully seated inside me. We begin moving in tandem. Our bodies find that perfect rhythm, enticing and seducing us as the pressure builds higher and higher inside. I feel his hips buck beneath me as he pushes more of himself deep inside me.
I snake my hand up and around his head, fisting the hair on the back of his head and crying out in pure pleasure. He turns my face to him and covers my mouth with his. His tongue dives deep inside andhe moans into my mouth. His fingers tighten on my hips, pushing me down as his hips push up over and over again. I’m suddenly screaming his name out in ecstasy when I hear the low rumble of his masculine grunt in my ear as he joins me.
After draining the water, Luke lifts me from the tub, dries me off and carries me in his arms to the bed. He lays me down and covers my body with his.Nudging my legs apart with his knee, he settles in between my legs, pelvis to pelvis. He spends several long minutes lovingly kissing me – on my face, my mouth, my neck and making his way lower and lower – until my whole body has been sufficiently worshipped by his mouth.
Hours and several lovemaking sessions later, we fall asleep in each other arms feeling completely sated. Just before I succumb to sleep, I hear him whisper so softly, “I don’t deserve you. But I can never let you go.”
I wake up and see that Luke is still sound asleep. The thought that he’s no doubt still tired from all his hard work last night brings a huge smile to my face. I stroll into the kitchen, start the coffee brewing and begin to make our breakfast.
