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“...will you marry me?”

For a second, I can’t move. The tears come before I even realize they’re there, blurring Luca until all I can make out is the man I love on one knee in front of me.

A shaky laugh escapes me as I nod.

“Yes.”

My voice breaks.

“Yes.”

I don’t wait another second. I throw myself into his arms, and he catches me before I can send us both into the sand. He laughs against my hair as he wraps an arm around my waist.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He slides the ring onto my finger before bringing me back against him.

“I love you too, Baby Girl.”

Chapter 25

Luca

Iscoop Sarah up off the sand the second she says yes. Her arms fly around my neck and she laughs into my shoulder while I carry her straight back to the villa. The whole way up she keeps kissing my jaw, whispering how much she loves me, how she never wants me to put her down.

Inside the suite I set her on the bed but she doesn’t let go. She pulls me down with her, already tugging at my shirt.

“I want you naked too,” she says. “Right now.”

I strip fast. She watches every move, biting her lip. When I’m bare she reaches for me, but I catch her wrist.

“Dress first, Baby Girl. Show me what’s mine.”

She smiles and peels the fabric up over her head. There’s nothing underneath but a tiny lace thong. She hooks her thumbs in it and slides it down her thighs, kicking it aside.

“Better?” she asks, spreading her legs a little, so I can see how wet she already is.

“Fuck yes.” I crawl between her thighs and drag my tongue through her folds in one slow lick. She gasps and grabs my hair.

“Luca—god, that feels so good.”

I suck her clit, push two fingers inside her, and she moans loud enough that I know whoever is in the room next to us can probably hear. Her hips rock against my mouth.

“I love how you taste,” I tell her between licks. “And how tight you get around my fingers.”

She whimpers. “Please fuck me.”

I line up and push in slow, watching her face the whole time. She takes every inch with a shaky breath.

“All of it,” she whispers. “I want all of you.”

I start thrusting.

“Harder,” she begs. “Please, Luca. I can take it. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

I give her what she asks for, pounding into her. She comes first, crying out my name, clenching so tight around me I follow right after with a groan.

We stay tangled together, breathing hard. She kisses my chest and murmurs, “I can’t wait to be your wife.”