Page 123 of Wrecked

I’ve suddenly decided his shorts need to come off completely, so I drag them down his legs and unclasp my bra. Kneeling naked beside him, I look at his incredible body. From the hard muscles of his chest to the well-defined abs and the throbbing erection between his legs, I am very much aware of how lucky I am. Not only is he physically beautiful, but he is also emotionally, morally, spiritually perfect.

I climb on top of him, my legs on the sides of his thighs. I close my arms around his neck and slowly sink onto him. I gasp with the fullness and roll my hips, feeling his bare skin inside me.

He curses, and it’s a sweet sound coming from his lips.

I cover his mouth with my hand, hushing him.

He tweaks a nipple, and I cry out in pleasure.

He covers my mouth to keep me from making a sound.

I ride him harder, burying his cock deep, massaging that sweet spot inside me with the tip. My wetness pools around him as he continues to pinch and flick my nipple, making the zing go straight to my core.

I lean back and give him everything I’ve got. The tree house might fall from the heavy vibrations, and I don’t care. He lifts his hips, and it must be painful for him, but he’s doing it anyway. The way his thrusts match mine is causing me to climb so high that I’m biting hard on the palm of his hand that is mustering the sounds as an orgasm rushes through me, and I come hard all over him.

He lifts my hips and pulls me down. His head falls back as he spills his orgasm into me.

I remove my hand and kiss him. We’re sweaty and sticky and so fucking in love that it’s insane.

My forehead to his, I gasp in hitched breaths. He’s panting, his chest rising and falling, coming down from the rush of his orgasm.

“That was amazing,” I say. I kiss him again.

He runs his hands up and down my arms. “I want to be bare inside you for the rest of my life.”

“Shit. That was pretty stupid. I’m not on the pill. I’m sorry I—”

He shushes me with a finger. “Leah, you said something at the hospital that really upset me.”

I grimace and wonder what in the world I could have said.

“No one would tell you about me because you weren’t family. It doesn’t sit well with me because you are my world. I’m going to marry you. I’m going to give you that dream house with the biggest closet and a media room to watch Matthew McConaughey movies in. I’m going to pick you up every night from work and make sure you’re home safe with me. And I’m going to love you. Forever.”

I can’t help but cry. Tears. Beautiful, happy, joyful tears fall down my face.

I hold his head in my hands. “I’m going to take you away to Capri, and we’ll find a beach to camp on and make love under the stars. I’m going to bring you home and take care of you. I want to be the one who watches out for you because, at the end of the day, you are the only thing that matters to me. I love you, and I’d be honored to be your wife.”

“Well, I never technically asked you…” he says.

I wait for the punch line.

There’s isn’t one.

“Are you serious? You’re just gonna sit here and say you want to marry me but not actually ask me?”

“I wasn’t planning on proposing to you in a tree house and not without a ring. Since you’ve kinda hijacked the whole thing, I guess it doesn’t matter where or when or how I do it. So, marry me.”

“No,” I say.

His eyes are stunned.

I lean back and cross my arms. “If you think I’m going to marry you, I want the proposal of all proposals. It’s got to be big. Huge!”

He narrows his eyes at me. “How huge?”

“Embarrassingly.”

His mouth curls into a devilish grin as he accepts my dare. “You’re on.”