Hollingsworth. And I’m just your average middle-class American female. We come from two completely different worlds, Damian. Honestly, under normal circumstances, our two worlds never even would have collided.”
He grinned as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Technically, our worlds didn’t actually collide. Your gorgeous, curvy ass collided with my painfully hard cock, and I knew I’d never be the same.”
I giggled. I actually giggled. Again. But I didn’t give a damn. I’d probably always feel giddy when Damian was around. Knowing that he loved me, and desperately wanted to marry me, was pretty damn heady and intoxicating.
I started to unbutton his shirt. “Is that so? And what exactly did you want from me on that plane ride, Your Grace?”
“You know exactly what I needed, woman,” he said hoarsely.
I reached for the zipper on his jeans. “I’m not sure that I do know,” I teased. “Maybe you should show me.”
Elation flooded my soul, and my body wanted in on the action. I needed to be close to this man, as close as I could possibly get.
I didn’t want to think about the fact that I’d nearly lost him just because this particular ending had seemed like a fairy tale that could never really happen.
It had been ridiculous thinking, really, because all of the trappings that I’d thought made Damian an impossible match were just…things. Circumstances. His title. His social status. His enormous wealth. I hadn’t fallen in love with those. Damian was just a man. Okay, he was an exceptionally hot guy with a panty-dropping sexy British accent, but I’d fallen in love with the man, not his wealth and power.
I never got past taking off my jeans and panties, and Damian didn’t get beyond freeing his cock.
He kissed me with a fiery passion that left us both panting when it was over.
“Fuck me, Damian,” I murmured against the hot skin at his neck. “I need you.”
After he rushed to fish a condom out of his pocket and roll it on, he grabbed my ass and easily put me onto the counter. “Never let it be said that I won’t give you everything you need, gorgeous.”
I moaned as he buried himself to his balls inside me. “God, yes.”
“Jesus, Nicole! You’re so fucking wet. You feel so damn good that I could happily die right here, right now,” he said with a groan.
I was gasping for air as my inner muscles adjusted to accept Damian’s large, deliciously hard cock. “You’re not dying right now,” I insisted. “Fuck me, Damian. Love me. I need you.”
He started to move, and the two of us got completely lost in each other. Damian fucked me like a madman: hard, fast, and with a frenzied urgency that matched my own.
Damian loves me. He really loves me.
My heart was soaring, and I was clawing at his shirt by the time my climax hit me. “Damian!” I screamed, the sound echoing through the entire house. “I love you.”
Telling him how I felt out loud gave me as much mind-altering release as my climax.
“I love you, too, baby.” Damian’s voice was raspy and guttural. “Don’t ever forget that.”
I tightened my legs around his waist, wanting to savor the moment. Damian’s big body shuddered as he found his own release. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, and I savored every second of that post-orgasmic bliss.
For a few moments, the only sounds in the kitchen were our ragged breaths as we struggled to recover.
I had no idea what I’d done in my life to deserve a man who loved me like Damian, but I’d spend every day for the rest of my life being grateful for the kind of happiness he gave me.
“Don’t make me wait long to be able to call you my wife, Nicole.” Damian’s voice was rough and insistent as he lifted his head from my shoulder. “I’d like to get my sanity back as soon as possible. Fuck! Scratch that. You’re always going to make me crazy, but I’d rather lose my mind married to you, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t have a single reservation,” I assured him with a beatific smile on my face. “We can make it official whenever you want.”
Damian wanted to claim me somehow, and I was just as restless for him to be mine.
He toyed with my hair absently. “Let’s do it here. We’ll fly Kylie and Macy here for the wedding, if you’re okay with that. I think I can pull everything together in a month or