THE BENNETTS' CHRISTMAS (The Bennett Family and the Masters Family #6) - Brenda Jackson Page 0,119
his hands still behind his back.
“Definitely, all of you.”
“That’s good to know. And it makes my next question easier to ask. Will you marry me?”
Sebrina blinked and before she could recover, he had an open jewelry box in front of her face, a gorgeous diamond ring nestled inside it. “Oh my God! Where did that come from?”
He chuckled. “Out of my duffle bag.”
“I know, but where did you get it? When did you get it?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Does that mean you won’t give me an answer until I tell you?”
His words made her realize she hadn’t answered his most important question. “Yes! Yes! I will marry you, Parker.”
“Good,” he said, sliding the huge diamond on her finger, then slipping back into bed with her. He pushed up on one elbow, admiring the way the ring looked on her finger. It was a perfect fit and exactly where it belonged.
“Now to answer your question—this belonged to my paternal grandmother. When she died, she left it to me to present to the woman I fell in love with and married.”
“It’s beautiful, Parker,” she said, holding her hand out to stare at it. “You know, people are going to wonder how in the world we ended up engaged when we haven’t gone out on an official date yet.”
“Who needs dates when there are outings? And I want to continue those outings with you, Sebrina.”
She glanced over at him. “And I with you.”
“But speaking of dates of another kind…we can decide on a date for the wedding later. Right now, I just want to know that you are mine, always. I hope this is a Christmas that we won’t forget. We’ll have a lot to tell our kids one day.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “True, but shouldn’t we tell our families first?”
“Later,” he said, and then pulled her down in his arms again.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
“HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE, SWEETHEART. Are you ready for our day to start?”
Monica lifted one eye open to look up at the man looming over the bed. “That’s not fair,” she said in a breathy chuckle.
Landon lifted a brow at her. “What’s not fair?”
“I’m younger than you, but you have three times the stamina. I did my best to wear you out last night, but now, you’re up, and I can barely drag myself out of bed.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Didn’t being on that cruise with me all those days teach you anything?”
“Yes, of course they did. Didn’t I show you some of the things you taught me last night?” she asked, giving him a sultry look.
A smile curved his lips. “Yes, baby, you most certainly did. Now come on, let’s get dressed and get out of this room before we get into any more trouble.”
She took the hand he offered and eased out of bed. “You think making love to me is trouble?” When he didn’t back up, she snuggled close to him and felt the hardness of his erection. He was fully dressed, and she was naked. Oh, the possibilities…
Landon had tried to wake her for breakfast, but at the time, she was too exhausted to even open her eyes. He went back to his room to dress, and as soon as the door shut behind him, she fell back asleep. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was close to lunch time. Had she slept for almost three hours?
“Baby, you are the best kind of trouble. I’m looking forward to you keeping me on my toes for the rest of my life,” he said.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Do you really?”
“Yes, Landon, I do.”
He took a step back but instead of moving out of her way, he got on his knees. She looked down at him. “Excuse me, but didn’t you have breakfast already?” she asked grinning, figuring a little oral sex to start the day was what he had in mind.
She heard him chuckle before he rubbed his nose against her feminine mound. “Don’t tempt me, Monica. That’s not why I’m down on my knees.”
Monica moaned as he continued to rub his nose against her. She drew in a sharp breath when she felt his tongue. Releasing a breathless laugh, she said, “You could have fooled me.”
He then leaned back on his haunches and met her gaze. “I can’t help it that I like tasting you there every chance I get.”
“You won’t hear me complaining. So, if you’re not down there to taste me, what are you