that she’s doing nothing but sitting there, reliving her day, and I want to distract her from the pain that memory brings on.
“I’m thinking a winter wedding,” I say, kissing her shoulder.
“What?” she asks, looking over at me.
“A winter wedding. We could get married in the snow and have a horse-drawn carriage. What do you think of that?”
She giggles. “You want to plan our wedding now? You haven’t even asked me to marry you yet.”
“Good point,” I say, placing my hands on her hips beneath the water and spinning her around to face me. “Deven Danielle Oslen,” I start and she giggles. “I’ve spent my life living one day at a time, accomplishing one goal at a time. I never looked to the future and I never saw myself settling down…until I met you. What was supposed to be a one-night thing turned into me wishing for you every single night until I couldn’t resist you any longer. I’ve never had anything in my life that I couldn’t turn away or walk away from until you. You came into my life like a shooting star. You were bright and captured my attention from the first time my eyes landed on you. Your beauty overshadowed everything, and before I knew it, you were gone and leaving me wondering how I could live without you. And that’s when I realized that I couldn’t. I don’t ever want to spend a day when you’re not in my life. Will you please marry me?”
Tears fill her eyes and slowly fall down her cheeks. Her bottom lip quivers, but she keeps her mouth clamped shut, trying to control it. Without a word, she nods her head up and down. “I would love to,” she finally whispers, making her way into my lap.
My hands pull her closer as my lips find hers, kissing her hard like she’s everything I need to survive. My hands make their way over her hips and up her back. Her back arches, causing her chest to press against mine. Her hard nipples graze my chest, tickling and teasing. My hand travel further, up to her damp hair, where they tangle into the silky smooth locks, keeping her mouth against mine like she’s the air I need to breathe.
I want to carry her to bed and bury myself in her all night long, but after the day she’s had, I’m afraid to. I’m not sure if she’s ready for that.
She breaks our kiss and looks deep into my eyes. “Take me to bed, Hudson,” she whispers, answering me unasked question.
I place my hands under her ass to support her weight and then stand with her against me. The water drips off both our bodies as I step out of the tub and carry her to bed. We fall down to the mattress, and the sheets stick to our wet bodies, but that doesn’t stop us. My girl knows exactly what she wants as she rolls us over so she’s on top. Within seconds, she’s sliding down my hard cock with her hands on my chest and her lips on mine. She rises up, then slides back down, grinding against me. My hand finds its way between us, and as she rides me, I rub tight little circles around her clit. She’s memorizing to watch as she rides out her release on top of me, her plump lips parted with her heavy breathing, her eyes closed, dark lashes fanned out across her cheeks. Her brows are pulled together in concentration, the way my name falls from her lips again and again. Before I know it, I’m rolling us over and giving her everything I have. I don’t have a choice. Watching her made me lose myself. All I can feel is my all-consuming love for her.
I grind against her for what feels like two seconds before I’m seeing stars of my own. I pull out and thrust back inside her with enough force to move her up the bed, and she lets out a moan that sends a shock straight to my dick.
“Oh, fuck, Deven,” I moan as I’m pushing back into her body.
Her hand moves up and lands on my jaw, and my eyes open, locking on hers. I get lost in her eyes and have no choice but to empty myself inside her. After I ride out every last wave of my orgasm, I rest my head against her chest. Her hands wrap around me, holding me to her. I listen