He smiled up at her as the wheels turned in his head and he reclaimed his confidence. He held her gaze, watching as her eyes glistened.
“Once upon a time there was this young wise ass. His name was Nick and he was a little slow on the uptake at times.” He winked at her as she covered her mouth to suppress the giggle that threatened. “There was this beautiful little princess named Samantha and she had the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen. Sure, he noticed the little blonde hanging around from time to time. He even tried to ignore her and tried to convince himself he wasn’t good enough for her. Time passed and the wiseass moved away from the beautiful princess. They were apart for years, but throughout all their time apart, Nick never stopped thinking of her. He never stopped wanting her. He never stopped loving her, even when he was too afraid to admit it.” Nick took a deep breath and tried to cumulate the story in his head.
She smiled at him as she wiped away the tears that fell down her cheeks. Her sweet smile was all the encouragement he needed to continue. “The story goes on and the wise ass found his way back to the princess after all their time apart. She gave him a run for his money, and made him fight tooth and nail for what he knew in his heart was meant to be. Now he kneeled before her wanting more than anything to be the man who made all her dreams come true, the man who gave her, her happily ever after.” He bit the inside of his cheek momentarily. “So what do you say? Will you marry me and spend forever with me?”
He looked up at her hopefully, ignoring the cramp in his leg as he held out the black box that held his grandmother’s diamond.
She beamed at him, not even paying attention to the ring he held out towards her. She just took in the man before her, the man she grew up loving and now she’d get to grow old loving. Her heart felt as if it was about to burst.
“Yes.” She said hoarsely and then cleared her throat. “Yes, I’ll marry you and spend forever with you.”
He grinned at her. His chocolate brown eyes sent her a sizzling gaze. “Are you ready for the rest of the story?” He said teasingly.
She laughed, but nodded her head as her hands cupped his face lovingly. He lifted one hand to his face and took her left hand in his. He slipped the ring onto her finger and as he did so he told her the ending of his fairy tale. “And they lived happily ever after.” He grinned up at her as he slowly rose to his full height, wincing slightly because his leg had fallen asleep.
“This is the part where you kiss me and seal the deal.” She said, reminding him that there was a finishing touch he had left out of his tale.
“Right, I almost forgot the most important part.” He took her face in his hands, memorizing the way she looked at him that moment, full of love. He leaned in, not able to hide the smile he thought would never vanish from his lips. His lips glided over hers softly, familiarizing themselves with her sensual taste and how they fit so perfectly with his own. It felt like it had been ages since he had merely kissed her.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she opened up invitingly, a soft moan escaping the back of her throat in the process. The small sound had been enough for him to lose the shred of patience he was holding onto. The hunger burned deep inside him, rearing its head as his tongue slipped between her moist lips and caressed her tongue. Her taste was like a drug to him, one he would never get enough of, even with the promise of tasting her forever, he was sure he’d never be satisfied.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. His body plastered against hers and her nipples ached against the thin fabric of her camisole. She had never wanted his touch more, had never craved it as much as she did now. Her tongue lapped against his and fiery battle to feed her hunger for him.
In one sweeping move he lifted her into his arms not breaking the kiss for a second. He carried her into her bedroom as she worked the buttons of his semi-damp shirt. When she reached the waistband of his slacks she pulled his shirt out and finished unbuttoning the rest of the shirt. He placed her gently onto the foot of the bed, pulling his mouth from hers regretfully.
He stared at her in awe and wondered if it could be his imagination playing tricks on him, but there was something different about her. His eyes traveled from her well kissed mouth, to the flush of her cheeks, and then rested on the ocean blue eyes that gleamed at him. She was glowing. He discarded his shirt, letting it fall to the floor.