“Oh my God,” I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth.
“Olivia,” he said. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I want to spend my life protecting you, taking care of you, and loving you. Will you marry me?”
I was laughing and crying and saying yes and he was slipping the ring on my finger and then his arms were around me and he was kissing me and I couldn’t believe we were getting married.
“I love you so much,” he breathed.
“I love you, too.”
The sun dipped down low in the sky and I closed my eyes and let myself go.
We told Marjorie the realtor to be expecting an offer on the restaurant the next day, then drove back to our hotel.
I couldn’t stop looking at my ring.
It was so bright and beautiful, sparking under the very last drops of sunlight that shone through the window of the Escalade.
When we got back to the room, Colt’s phone began to go crazy with texts.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“It’s everyone,” he said, looking down and frowning. “Apparently Cannon’s was written up in some magazine.”
I looked over his shoulder as he clicked on the link someone sent him. “Holy shit,” I said. “That’s Gourmet Magazine.”
My eyes scanned the article, picking up the phrases like “delectable” and “blown away.”
Colt turned to me. “My dad,” he said. “He always wanted to be written up by Gourmet magazine.”
I nodded and squeezed his hand. “He would have been really proud of you.”
He swallowed. “I hope so.”
And then he turned to me, his eyes lingering over my body in the tiny sundress I was wearing.
“How did you get to be so sexy, Mrs. Cannon?” he breathed against my neck. His began to undo the straps of my top, sliding them down over my shoulders as I took a slow breath in.
“I’m not Mrs. Cannon yet,” I said.
“I want to marry you today,” he said. “Tonight let’s get married.”
I laughed. “I think that would be a little too last minute.”
“Tomorrow then.”
“But isn’t there… I mean, isn’t there anyone you want to invite?”
“No.” He brushed the hair from my bare shoulders and wound it around his hands, pulled me to him and kissed me, hard and deep. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me, letting me know that he might have committed to me emotionally, that I might have been able to break down some of his walls when it came to his heart, but that he was in charge of my body and always would be.
He continued his assault on my mouth, his hand still gripping my hair tightly, his other hand pulling down the front of my dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he grabbed my breast roughly with his palm, his index finger and thumb finding my nipple.
I gasped and tried to pull away from the kiss as the blissful sensations roared through my body, almost too intense to take, but he held me tight, not letting me get away as we moaned against each other’s mouths.
When he finally let me go, my breath was coming in ragged gasps.
He grinned and lowered his head, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth.
“You like that, baby?” he murmured. when he finally unlatched.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“What do you want?”
“I want to fuck.” He loved when I said those words, loved when he made me talk dirty to him. And I loved it too, loved that he could take control of me, loved that he played my body and used it for his own pleasure.
He took off his shirt, letting his ripped body come into view, and I shivered at his six pack, his chiseled chest, his body carved from hard steel.
I ran my hand over his ab muscles, tracing them, but he grabbed my hand and pushed me down to my knees on the carpet.
“Take off my pants.”
I reached up and undid his pants and took them off him, watched as he grabbed his cock at the base and guided over my lips and into my mouth. I sucked on him hungrily, loving the feel of his dick in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his engorged head, tasting his precum, letting the salty acrid taste fill my mouth as my pussy instantly flooded with a hot ache.
“Shit, baby, your mouth feels good.” He held me by the head and pumped his hips, his cock hitting the back of my throat as he fucked my face. “Spread your legs, I want to see that pussy while you blow me.”
I squatted and rocked back on my heels and hiked my dress up, then pushed my panties over to the side, giving Colt a view of my spread pussy.
He made me suck him until my mouth was sore and his dick was rock hard.
Then he laid me down on the bed and finished removing my dress, his hands sliding down my stomach and over the side of my hips, causing me to shiver in anticipation as he slid my panties off.