Harlow had been right to insist Mum stayed for dinner. As soon as the words left my mouth, she hit me with the biggest smile I’d seen on her in a long time. “Sounds good,” she agreed and then left us to take the rubbish out.
I dragged Harlow to me, pressing her body tight to mine. “I was thinking we should get married on Saturday.”
Her jaw dropped open. “That’s only four days away!”
“My point exactly. I want to marry you as soon as possible and I figure a Saturday is the best option for everyone to be able to make it.”
“We need to lodge a marriage application form or something to get married, Scott. And I think that has to be lodged a month before the wedding.”
I grinned. “Good thing I already lodged one.”
“What? How? Did you forge my signature?”
“No. I was able to sign it and lodge it, and so long as you sign it before the wedding, we’re all good.”
Her palms landed on my chest and she attempted to push out of my hold, but I held her tighter so she couldn’t.
“Don’t fight me, baby. I’m done waiting. I want that ring on your finger,” I growled.
She gazed up at me with a smile in her eyes. “I’m not fighting you. I’m just starting to panic, that’s all. I need to call Cassie and Madison because I’m going to need help getting a dress, and hair, and shoes, and makeup and all the things a girl needs, to be at her best, on the day she finally marries the man she loves.”
I eased my hold on her, but only a little bit. “I’d marry you without all that shit. I want you clean or dirty, perfectly styled hair or with bedhead, a face full of makeup or straight out of bed in the morning, wedding dress or pyjamas, heels or barefoot, rich or poor.” I paused and placed my hand over her heart. “I want this with all of that or none of it. You are perfect to me however you come, Harlow.”
She stared at me for a long moment. I felt the connection we shared, I always had from the very first moment I laid eyes on her. It was deep, and honest and everything I’d never known I needed or wanted. She finally sorted through her thoughts, and then said, “Now that’s a proposal worth saying yes to.”
I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her caveman-style to our bed.
I wanted to spend hours devouring her body.
I wanted to worship her like the softie she now knew me to be.
Harlow had taken my cold heart and bandaged it with love. She’d shown me how loving someone else could heal your own wounds. And she’d taught me that there really could be a blessing in the storm.
Sometimes the struggle was absolutely worth the outcome.
19
Harlow
I blinked my eyes open as my hand landed on Scott’s head. I’d been fast asleep, dreaming of his growly voice and his mouth on my body. As it turned out, he had been growling words in my ear and his mouth was on my body.
Heaven.
I arched my back up off the bed as his tongue flicked over my clit. Fisting his hair, I begged, “Don’t ever stop.”
He lifted his mouth and his eyes met mine. “Got no plans for that any time soon, sweetheart,” he rasped as he scooped his hands under my ass, and lifted my pussy to his mouth. Like I was a feast that he couldn’t live without.
God, yes.
Best way to wake up.
I rested my legs over his shoulders and closed my eyes for a moment while he delivered the kind of pleasure only Scott Cole could give. My man’s expert mouth and tongue always drove me wild. God had blessed me the day he’d given me this man.
And the best part is I get to have him for the rest of my life.
A shot of bliss ran through my body and I quivered under his touch as he let me go and repositioned me so he could move up the bed. His hands and knees settled on the bed either side of my body, and he bent to kiss my stomach and breasts as he made his way up to my neck and mouth.
“I thought you had no plans to stop what you were doing.” I pouted.
His lips caught mine and he bruised them with a rough kiss. “Decided I needed this more,” he growled as he ran his cock through my wet folds.
I bit my lip as I lifted my ass off the bed and pressed myself against him. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I let out a low moan. “I’m down with that.”
He pushed his cock against my entrance again, still not entering me, but rather, continuing to cause my need for him to increase. “Thought you might be.”
I tightened my hold on him and dug my fingernails into his skin, loving the hiss that escaped his lips. “You know what I’d be more than down with?”
His cock circled my entrance as he asked, “What?”
Good God, he’s driving me freaking insane.
I waited for the exact right moment, and when I had it, I wrapped my legs around him and pushed my pussy up to take him inside. “That,” I said on a groan as he filled me.
He hissed again. “Fuck.” His breathing picked up as he settled himself deep inside. And then he repeated himself. “Fuck.”
I rocked my hips, trying to get him to fuck me, but he seemed content just to be inside me while I rocked back and forth. “Scott…”