Always Loving You (Danvers #6)

Rising to her knees, she hovered over his length, moaning as he started to penetrate her. She threw caution to the wind as she suddenly seated herself, taking all of him. Mac’s body jerked in surprise, nearly bowing up before he moaned in desire. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she chanted as she started rising and lowering herself onto him.

“Ah, baby, I love you too. Shit, you feel so good.” As shivers started to shake her body, Mac thrust his hips upward, going deeper than she believed possible. She was so close. She knew by the restless tempo of his hips that he was as well. When his fingers started circling her clit, she was gone. Her orgasm crashed into her with a suddenness that took her breath away. Her world went black and stars danced in her eyes as her body seemed to spasm forever. With a hoarse shout, she felt Mac release himself into her as he supported her now-limp body with his hands. “Fuck,” he gasped out, seeming to be as overwhelmed as she was. “That was . . .”

“Yeah.” She sighed as she collapsed against his chest. “It was.” They lay there for long moments, simply content to just be together. Finally, Ava propped herself up on an elbow, trailing her other hand idly over his sweaty chest. Was it completely gross that she wanted to lick him? She decided to keep that question to herself, instead asking, “Not that I’m complaining, but where did you come from? I had just been discussing Adam Levine with Emma.” When he raised a questioning eyebrow, she quickly added, “Don’t ask. Anyway, I thought I heard her leaving and then poof, you were standing there . . . looking far too sexy.”

Grinning, Mac said, “Emma let me in. I gave her the universal sign for zip your lips, and she pointed to the bathroom.” As he continued to study her face, his grin slid away and he looked wary instead. “You’re not mad that I came, are you? I know we had another week of the no-sex, date-only plan, but, baby, I just couldn’t hold out. I was miserable without you. I deserve points for being strong enough not to stalk you or have my employees stalk you, though, right?”

He looked so hopeful that Ava was powerless to contain the soft smile on her lips. Moving a hand up to cup his face, she said, “I missed you too, and I’m so glad you’re here. I was wrong to try to force rules on us now. You and I have never had a normal relationship, and maybe it’s time we used that in our favor instead of against us.”

Looking intense, Mac asked, “So, what are you saying exactly?”

Ava swallowed, trying to find the words to tell him how she felt, when suddenly it hit her. Emma was right, this was Vegas. Was there any better place for a grand gesture than the place where one gamble could change your entire life? So, with her heart beating wildly and the worst case of bed head in the history of bad hair, Ava slid from the bed and to her knees at the side of it. Still gripping one of Mac’s hands tightly, she pulled him until he was in a sitting position, then continued to tug until he was standing in front of her.

He looked down at her in concern, probably having no clue what she was about to do—while they were both still naked. Clearing her throat, Ava took a deep breath and for the first time in her adult life, she took a leap of faith with her eyes wide-open. “Mac, I loved you even before I understood what love really was. When I was thirteen I vowed to myself that one day I’d marry you and you’d be mine forever.” When she saw one tear trek down Mac’s cheek, she almost lost it, but a quick squeeze from his hand to hers gave her the strength to continue. “For a long time, I was lost. I never stopped wanting that with you. I just couldn’t find my way back to who we were. You’re my person, Mac, my other half, and you were always meant to be a part of my journey in life. Please say that you’ll marry me and—”