One Bossy Proposal

As long as I live, this will never get old.

I work the button of his pants free as he kisses me senseless, his lips moving to my throat.

We slink to the floor together with a mess of throw blankets stolen from the couch under us.

I push his jeans down and then his boxers.

He lies over me, his eyes bright and fiery and unrelenting.

I tremble under him.

His hands come to my breasts, and he undoes the first row of clasps running down the front of the teddy.

揑抦 going to unwrap you棓 He undoes the second. 揚iece.?The third. 揃y piece.?

Four. Five. Naked.

His tongue sweeps the hollow space between my breasts, running along each side.

His rough fingers glide down to my belly button and dart up again, hands made for sex. He gazes at me like he could devour me. Sensuous, but sweet.

揘evermore, this was the best surprise of my life,?he rumbles against my ear.

揗aybe I抣l wear green on our wedding night. If you抮e lucky...?The words are out before I realize I抦 starting to believe there will be a wedding night.

Oh, boy.

He gives me a smug look. 揂lready planning it, huh??

揧eah, I guess so.?I smile back.

He picks up my left hand and kisses the ring. 揑 like that. About as much as I like you wearing my mark.?

Singing.

Deep down inside, I抦 vibrating with euphoria梠r is it just this happy lust for the only man worth owning my soul?

He drops my hand and returns to where he started.

揑 need you inside me,?I whisper.

His fingers trail down, arching over my pussy to the round, throbbing bead in my center. He presses his fingertip against it, drawing slow, intense circles.

In three seconds, I抦 almost in the zone, my head bent back and breathless.

His lips take mine. Our tongues meet, but his finger never strays from my clit, winding steady circles that push me closer to the edge.

揕incoln,?I whimper.

His teeth grab my bottom lip, making me a willing hostage while he slides his fingers inside me.

It doesn抰 take long.

Soon, I抦 grinding against him helplessly, so close to a devastating O my legs shake.

Then he slides his arm under me, pushing me up, shoving my legs apart.

He holds me closer, his eyes dueling flames locked on mine as the head of his cock brushes my clit.

揙h, God.?

His mouth moves to mine, teasing me while he holds back. So painfully close to filling me, but only moving up my seam with a hard-on like steel skinned in velvet.

Lips.

Tongue.

Breath.

Teeth.

His tongue sweeps the seam of my lips, tasting me with a slow torture that makes me writhe.

揌ow is it you look so damn sexy when you beg??he whispers, returning his mouth to mine with a deeper, sweeter kiss before I can answer.

I抦 rampant now, hooking my arms and legs around him, urging him to take me, please! any flipping which way he chooses.

His hands shift to my ass, squeezing both cheeks, spreading me open and deepening the way he claims me when his hips thrust forward and?揕incoln. Lincoln!?His name is the only word I manage through the delicious madness lodged in my throat.

The only word I can even comprehend when his tongue sweeps mine again.

I grasp at his hair, pulling him closer, melting in our kiss as he drives inside me with frenzied strokes that match the sear in his eyes.

揋oddammit, Dakota,?he snarls against my mouth.

Deeper, deeper, and deeper still.

Even if we wanted to take this slow, there抯 no hope of that now.

We抮e too needy. Too desperate. Too hungry to feed the same flame consuming us both.

My hips arch up, meeting his rapid strokes as my core tightens and my eyes pinch shut.

He sinks into me, his thrusts so swift and intense they might break me梐nd God, do I want them to.

Still kissing my forehead, he tucks his chin over my head and plunges in to the hilt, his body flexing like a storm made flesh.

Holy shit!

My body clenches in surrender.

That wave of absolute bliss has to be Lincoln emptying himself inside me, his masculine force vibrating through me like thunder.

My fingers, my toes, my everything curls.

I抦 airborne梙opelessly in love梐nd even when the convulsions subside and I抦 back in my body, I just know.

Now that I抦 wearing his ring, I will never, ever come down.

揕ove you,?Lincoln whispers, still catching his breath. He twirls my ring between his thumb and forefinger.

揧ou love that I抦 wearing your ring.?

揌ell yeah, I do.?

揋ood. Because so do I.?Bringing his hand to my mouth, I kiss the palm, and then each finger.

揑 thought you were scared??

揑 am, but I was also being stupid. You抣l never leave me, and I know it.?

揧ou抮e mine for life. My only regret is not shoving a ring on you sooner,?he says, taking my hand and kissing it in turn.

We lay there spooned together for a good long while. Eventually, we move to the bed, where Lincoln Burns reminds me just how easily he guides me into the inferno.





I wake up to frigid air and pull the blanket up, snug around my shoulders.

I move to snuggle into Lincoln, but he抯 not there.

Weird. I slide out of bed and throw on the oversized white bathrobe I found in the bathroom and leave the room.

揕incoln??

揑n here, sweetheart.?

I抦 smiling before I find him in the kitchen. Through the glass door, I can see how right he was yesterday. The whole mountain gleams with fresh white powder, the same beautiful sight that抯 right outside the cabin.

揇o you think we抮e snowed in??I ask.

揙ne can only hope.?

I laugh. 揧ou want to be snowed in??

揥ith you? Sure.?

I pad into the kitchen. 揥hat抯 for breakfast??

揊rench toast.?

揌mm, nice, but what if I prefer French kisses??

揕et me get this off the stove first, brat.?He presses his lips to my cheek.

My toes curl happily against the cool floor, a question hanging on my tongue.

?..so, um how soon do you want to get married??I ask shyly.

He chuckles. 揂s soon as you抮e ready. Looks like you抳e gone from wanting to elope to looking forward to the wedding in the space of one night, huh??

Blushing, I nod.

揑抦 so sorry for the way I reacted. It wasn抰 fair to you or us. I love you more than anything.?

He moves the French toast from the pan to a plate before he hooks an arm around my waist, drawing me close.

揊or a split second, you scared me. You don抰 have anything to apologize for, though. I put you through hell once. I know that.?

揑t抯 behind us,?I say eagerly, pushing my nails gently into his shoulders.

揥hat changed??he asks, his eyes searching mine.

揥hen we were on the floor last night, I just realized how very much you love me.?

With a smile brighter than the sun-splashed snow outside, he nods vigorously.

揇amn right. I抦 just glad I抳e got the rest of my life to prove it,?he says, finishing with a kiss so brilliant it抯 almost blinding.





26





Evermore (Lincoln)





Three Months Later





I fumble with the tie, which is knotted and lopsided.

Groaning, I untie it, clenching my fingers around both ends to try again.

揈asy, tiger. It抯 already dead.?Wyatt moves closer, a shit-eating smile plastered on his face. 揕et go. I抳e got it.?

揥hoever tailored this suit should have left more room for the tie. It抯 too damn long.?

He laughs. 揑sn抰 this your brand??

He removes the tie from my neck, lines the ends up, restrings it, and ties it.

揌ell, I didn抰 design them personally. I just market them.?

揇on抰 say that too loud. Bad publicity.?He sits down on my couch. 揧ou know the tie isn抰 what you抮e fussing about, right??

My eyes dagger him.

揥hat, now you抮e my shrink? Okay, Doctor Emory. Enlighten me.?

揃urns, you抮e a nervous wreck. You抮e gonna be fine. Raven棓

揥ill you ever call my wife by her name??I grumble.

揜aven sounds cooler, but maybe I抣l reconsider once you get through your vows without barfing all over that sweet outfit. She loves you, idiot. You抳e got nothing to worry about.?His words are the usual Wyatt crap, but the brotherly slap on my shoulder doesn抰 lie.

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