The Mercenary Next Door (Rogues and Rescuers #2) - Lucy Leroux Page 0,79
move. Although, all you need to do is buy him a six-pack—no need to date him.”
Laila smiled. “Something tells me that he won’t help us pack up this place if we move all the way to Boston.”
Something tightly coiled deep in his gut unfurled. Mason pressed his forehead to Laila’s. “Does that mean you’re coming with me?”
“I—yes. Yes, I will.”
When Mason abruptly let go, she almost fell flat on her face against the couch cushion. Baffled, she watched him run out of the room.
“I’ll be right back,” he called. He’d returned before she had a chance to get upset. And when he kneeled in front of her holding a small black box, she lost her ability to breathe.
Mason held it up. “I’ve been holding on to this for a while. I wrote to my cousin to ask for it when I was in the hospital.”
He opened the box to reveal a beautiful art deco ring with a sparkling oval diamond in the center. Laila gasped aloud, reaching out to stroke the delicate leaf-and-vine design of the silver band.
“This was my grandmother’s. It went to my cousin Nate since he was the first to marry, but his wife is a jewelry designer who opted to wear a piece she made instead. Nate has a band that matches her ring. But I always liked this one. It’s what I picture my wife wearing.”
Tears glinted in Laila’s eyes. The awe on her face was more than he’d hoped for. “It’s absolutely perfect.”
Mason’s answering smile was blindingly beautiful. “Laila, will you marry me?”
She threw her arms around him. “I thought you had already asked by giving this to me.”
He squeezed her tight. “Some words need to be said aloud.”
Pressing kisses all over his face and neck, she hugged him back with all her strength. “Then yes, yes, and yes.”
Mason grinned. “You know, there’s another context where I’m fond of hearing those words…”
He lifted her hand, pressing a kiss against her palm just above the stone. “I want to see you in this and nothing but this,” he said before stripping her bare.
Soon, she wore the ring and nothing else.
After tugging down his pants, Mason pulled her onto his lap. Laila’s slick folds slid over his stiffening length, the silky wet heat burning him up.
He slid into her tightness with a groan. His hands moved over as he murmured endearments, urging her until she was riding him fast and hard.
Pulling her into him, he tongued her breasts as her vicelike grip nearly sent him over the edge, but he was missing that tell-tale flutter.
Reversing their positions, Mason came down over her, taking Laila to the floor.
“This is what you really want, isn’t it, sugar?” he whispered, pinning her arms on either side of her head. “You like being covered by me, taking me deep and hard. It’s what that tight little pussy needs to get off.”
“Yes, I do,” she admitted raggedly, clutching at him with sweaty hands. “I love it.”
Whimpering, Laila clamped her legs around his back as he ground against her, giving her the blunt and straightforward domination she seemed to need. “Please, never stop.”
Goddamn, she was perfect. Mason wanted to throw his head back and shout it to the skies. Instead, he crushed her to the carpet, riding her with open possessiveness.
Throbbing now, he drank in her cries, reveling in the feel of her naked sheath gripping and spasming around him.
“Mason, now, now.” She came with a broken shout, her entire body shaking and trembling underneath him.
“That’s it, sugar, milk me dry,” he ordered as he finally let go, pumping everything he had into her greedy, pulsing core. The shudders racked him, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. It was as if he’d come with his entire body, his bones and muscles dissolving and then being reknit—this time with Laila’s DNA weaved into them.
It was a damn good thing she’d just agreed to become his wife, because he could never let her go now.
The realization was stunning and fucking scary at the same time… But he could deal because he wasn’t in this alone.
Collapsing to the side to avoid crushing her, he fought to catch his breath, one hand splayed over Laila covetously.
Mason didn’t move for a long time. Then he gathered his fiancé’s lax and sated body in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Laila was still floating on a cloud the day after Mason’s proposal, especially after the hardest part had been weathered.