“This little girl is going to have you and her daddy wrapped around her little finger.” Bec chuckled.
He walked to Gabriel and clapped him on the shoulder, letting him know without words, that he was proud of him, too.
“We’ll see you soon. Don’t hesitate to call anytime, and we’ll be here.” He looked at Ellie, who nodded in agreement.
“Congratulations to you both. They are precious,” Ellie whispered.
Gabriel and Bec beamed at her, and Lucian interlaced their fingers as they walked toward the door. The nurse opened it before they could reach it and announced it was feeding time.
With one last look into the room, they walked toward the lobby and out of the hospital. They flagged down a cab. As it weaved its way through the streets, they both were quiet, lost in thought. He was thinking about the future, and instead of the restlessness that had overwhelmed him before he met Ellie, he knew he was happy. He loved her more than he ever thought possible, and he would find a way to propose in a romantic and memorable way. He just needed a little time to plan.
She unlocked the door while he was still deep in thought. When she slung her arms around his shoulders, he became aware of her mouth inches from his, and he wanted to close that distance. Need flared in his body, and he tucked her closer, closing the distance between them.
“I love you.” Her voice was steady and strong.
The world stopped for a split second as he gazed into her eyes. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but the words were caught in his throat. Right then, he wanted to show her how much he loved her, before saying the words. They broke apart long enough for coats and scarves to be shed and dropped on the floor, before they came together, gripping each other close. He buried his face against her neck, sending shivers down her body and into his as he brushed his lips against the sensitive part underneath her ear. His hands slid underneath the hem of her blouse, and when he encountered her soft, silky skin, he wanted to brand every inch of her with his touch, his lips. He made quick work of the buttons, and when he met her eyes, hooded with need for him, he was lost.
“I need you, to be as close to you as I can get.” His words came out scratchy and deep.
“Please,” she begged.
Her blouse fluttered away when his hands released the thin fabric to travel up her sides and cup her full breasts. His mouth caught her moan as he unclasped her bra and slid his thumbs against her swollen nipples. Their tongues tangled, driven by an urgency that wouldn’t relent, and the only sound in the apartment was their heavy breathing.
A loud groan reverberated deep in his chest as she placed her hands on his naked chest. He’d been so caught up in her skin under his hands that he’d missed her unbuttoning his shirt. Without moving his lips from hers, he shrugged out of his shirt and clutched her, naked, against his body. He lifted her into his arms and marched them toward the bedroom. His mouth never left hers. She caressed him as they walked, tantalizing his nerve endings until he was driven almost mad by his need to claim her as his.
“You have too many clothes on,” she teased.
A growl, long and loud, was the one response he could give at the moment. He glided her down his body, driving the desperation pounding at him into overdrive. He reached for her, unbuttoning her slacks before he shoved them down her legs. As he knelt before her, after casting aside her pants, he groaned as he spotted the pretty white lace panties. Another groan, this one louder than the first, erupted from deep in his throat, as he leaned toward her and kissed her bare stomach. He inched his way down, until her breathing was perceptible, and teased her, never quite reaching where she needed his touch the most.
“Lucian,” she pleaded.
His fingers slid under the edge of the lace, and he leaned in to place his mouth just below her belly button. He hooked his finger into the side of her panties and ripped them off of her body. He raised his right thumb, brushing it against her clit; his need flared out of control when she called his name. With several more tantalizing brushes against her, he replaced his thumb with his tongue, and caught her as her knees gave way.
He settled her on the bed. He scooted down her body, brushing against her soft skin, until he settled between her thighs. As he held her legs open with his wide shoulders, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue against her bundle of nerves, growing harder as her moan echoed through his body.
He whispered her name against her sex, before he suckled her clit into his mouth, instinctively knowing how she liked to be touched.
For the next several minutes, he became lost in her moans and addicted to her taste as his tongue traveled down her lips and lapped up her sweetness. Her shivers intensified, and he knew that she was close. He brought his mouth back up to her clit and suckled hard. As he felt her body tighten and snap, he watched as her head was thrown back in a silent scream as her pleasure washed over her. He savored her taste for several more minutes, but he stood and shucked his boxer briefs and pants before he settled against her, his entire body primed and ready.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close to her, as his mouth found hers. Both of them were breathless as he lowered his hips, and entered her with one swift thrust.
“Oh, you feel so good,” she gasped.
He captured her face in between his hands and as his body moved in a rhythm that built tension, his mouth devoured hers. Each movement was easy and meticulous, feeling as though he hit every nerve ending to find her pleasure. She urged him to go faster by tightening her legs around him, but he refused to be rushed.
“This has to be perfect for you,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I love you, Lucian. Every moment with you is perfect.”
His groan broke free at her words, and he slid his hands down to cup her bottom. Each time he drove down inside her, he lifted her hips up to meet his thrust. Her moans grew louder as she clutched onto him. Their eyes met but their bodies kept striving for a release that threatened to set them on fire.
“Harder.”
His control snapped and all thoughts of holding back flew out of his head. He wrapped her in his arms, his face buried into her neck, as he plunged inside her with abandon. They both breathed the other’s name, pleasure overwhelming every sense, every thought.
With one last surge, he groaned her name as her inner muscles gripped him, and felt the moment her orgasm washed over her. He held himself deep inside her as he found his release, knowing that his entire world was wrapped in his arms and she had stolen his heart the moment his eyes caught hers.
As he rolled to his side, pulling her until most of her body was draped on his, he waited for their breathing to slow. He rolled onto his side, draping his leg over both of hers, as he slid his fingers through her hair, catching and keeping her gaze.
“I love you, Ellie. I’ve been in love with you the moment we met, and there won’t be a moment in our lives together that you won’t know that. I’m sorry it took so long to tell you what I’ve known all along.”
She laughed before she threw her arms around him, pulling him tighter and burying her face in his shoulder. “I’m so happy,” she whispered.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
“Whenever you want. I would love to be your wife.”
“We’ll start planning tomorrow, and we’ll have the wedding you’ve always dreamed of.”
She shook her head. “I’ve never thought about what kind of wedding I wanted, but as long as we’re together, I’ll agree to anything.”
He hauled her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back. “I’ll love you forever,” he promised.
Chapter Twenty-Three
As Ellie stood in the master bedroom of Lucian’s lavish penthouse, nerves that had started early that morning still fluttered inside her stomach as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
She couldn’t believe that she was getting married in less than fifteen minutes. A smile bloomed on her face as she glanced down.
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nbsp; Her eyes roamed over the wedding dress that Lucian handpicked, tracing over the delicate lilac and white flowers delicately sewn on the lace train. The dress fit as though made for her, and as she straightened the tiny straps on her shoulders, her eyes glanced at the lovely fabric wrapped around her. Her hands continued down to the delicate embroidered bodice, loving the feel of the dress on her body.
Lucian had thrown together their wedding in ten days, insisting that he had everything taken care of when she had offered to help. They had spent all of their time at her apartment several miles from his penthouse, but this place afforded them the privacy they needed for a lavish wedding.
She tore her gaze from the dress and walked to the window, gazing upon the lights of the tall buildings that sparkled, a beautiful backdrop to the most important day of her life.
They had chosen to be married on the last day of the year that they’d met. It had been Lucian’s idea and she loved how sentimental he was, and as long as they were married, she didn’t care when or where. He loved her, and told her so as many times as he kissed her, and she repeated the words, enjoying being open with him about her true feelings.
A knock on the door pulled her out of her musings. She turned to see Rebecca and Nina’s smiling faces. They were both wearing lovely Grecian-style lilac dresses that matched the embroidery on her dress, and tears welled in her eyes.
“You both look beautiful.”
Rebecca hugged her first. The glow from having two wonderful babies made her practically radiate happiness. The new mother rubbed her back, a reassuring gesture that made her smile. When she pulled back, Rebecca stepped back, and soon Nina had pulled her close, her eyes misty with tears.
“You make an exquisite bride,” Nina whispered.
“Wait until Lucian sees you,” Rebecca said.
“Thank you both for being a part of our wedding. How are the babies?” she asked.
“Spoiled rotten. My parents have them and refuse to let them out of their sights.”
All three laughed. As she took in the scene in front of her, she realized how much her life had changed since she’d met Lucian. His parents had been so welcoming, embracing her as if she were their own, that she felt comfortable with them from the beginning. They flew down as soon as Lucian called them and told them about the wedding. Unbeknownst to her, Lucian had told his parents all about her when they’d first met, and what Lucian left out, Rebecca filled in. His parents loved to laugh and wanted their children to be happy, and were ecstatic to celebrate their wedding. Ellie was accepted, and to her, it made their wedding day even more extraordinary.
She turned to Nina. “You and Ben?”
Nina smiled and flashed her left hand. The ring that Ben had picked out was beautiful, and Ellie pulled her friend in close to hug her.
“That’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you two.”
Another knock on the door interrupted their small celebration, and when it opened, Ellie froze in place. “Mom?”
Her mother hesitated near the door for a moment before she walked into the room, her head held high. She was dressed in a pearl-colored pant suit, and Ellie thought she looked radiant, but still standoffish. As her mother glanced at her in her dress, the corner of her mouth lifted a bit and she wrapped an arm around her waist, giving her a squeeze of affection. She was shocked that her parents had made it to her wedding.
Her mom pulled away before she met her gaze. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you for coming,” Ellie said.
“Lucian invited us,” was her mother’s explanation.
Ellie nodded, unable to form any words. She refused to let this ruin her wedding to Lucian. When another knock brought her head up, she watched as Gabriel walked into the bedroom and she sighed in relief. She smiled when he glanced at his wife before his eyes found Ellie’s.
“Lucian’s getting impatient for the wedding to begin. Are we ready?” he asked.
All four women nodded, and Ellie’s mother walked out of the room with another shy smile. Nina and Rebecca hugged her before they headed downstairs. She glanced at Gabriel, who hadn’t left with his wife.
“Aren’t you going downstairs?”
He shook his head and walked toward her. “I thought I would walk you down the aisle, if you don’t mind.”
She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. It was the first time she hugged him first, and by his deep laugh, he thought it was wonderful. When she pulled back, she gave him a watery smile.
“I would be honored if you walked me down the aisle.”
“You sure you don’t want your father—”
“No, you,” she insisted.
He nodded and held out his arm for her. He walked them to the top of the staircase and when the wedding march started, he clasped his other hand on top of hers and they descended the stairs.
The nerves in her stomach disappeared as soon as her eyes found Lucian, standing near the window, the New York skyline as a backdrop to their wedding. The smile that he gave her made her heart lurch in her chest, and she wished time forward so that she could be his.
As Gabriel walked her closer to Lucian, everything else faded away.
Gabriel placed her hand in Lucian’s and squeezed both of their arms before he released them. She took the time to offer him a small smile and a thank-you. He kissed her cheek, and took a seat next to his radiant wife.
Lucian walked her closer to the minister, his eyes never leaving hers. When the minister cleared his throat, Lucian spoke. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The ceremony began, and despite her fear of being the center of attention, she managed to say the right words when she was asked a question. But it wasn’t until they were pronounced man and wife that the fog that surrounded her once she spotted Lucian in his tux faded. A cheer rang through the room, and when Lucian cupped her face, she smiled at the happiness that radiated from him.
“Finally, you’re mine,” he whispered.
“I think I’ve always been yours,” she said truthfully.
His kiss took her breath away, and when they faced their friends and family, she knew that she found the one place where she belonged.
The rest of the night was a whirlwind of hugs and congratulations, and they topped off the night with a countdown to the New Year. It was the best day of her life, and she was thrilled that she was married to Lucian.
As the last guest left, they shut the door to quiet, and she took a minute to savor the moment. Closing her eyes, and listening to the silence of the room, and an occasional muted firework explosion as people continued their celebrations, she smiled. I’m now Lucian’s wife.
He brushed a kiss across her lips, and she sighed as she reached her arms up, around his shoulders.
“Thank you for today. It was perfect,” she whispered.
“It was for purely selfish reasons. I couldn’t wait for you to be my wife.”
Without a word, he lifted her in his arms and dashed up to the same bedroom where she had dressed for the wedding. When she met his eyes, the desire in them took her breath away. She stood, shaking with need for him, as he unzipped the lovely wedding dress. She removed the delicate material that wrapped around her like a second skin and stood before him in white sheer panties and bra decorated with delicate embroidery, and shivered when heat flared in his eyes.
“You look very handsome in your tux, husband of mine,” she whispered.
He ripped off the tie, unbuttoned his jacket and dropped them both at his feet.
She watched as his hands untucked his shirt, before he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.
He closed the distance between them and captured her mouth in a scorching kiss that left her breathless. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and he tilted her head. He delved in deeper, tasting her. She captured his groan in her mouth when he slid his hands against the lace that covered her. He pulled his mouth away from hers and he buried his face against her neck, inhaling de
eply.
“Mine. My wife. God, I love how that sounds. I love you, so much,” he growled.
She smiled. “I love you, too. Thank you for everything. The day, flying my parents in, and arranging for Gabriel to walk me down the aisle. But most of all, thank you for marrying me.”
He lifted his head and his heated eyes captured hers, and she couldn’t look away if she tried. “It was my pleasure. I’ll do anything for you, as long as it makes you happy.”
“You make me happy.”
A loud growl rumbled from his chest at her words, and when his mouth met hers, his hands were jerky as he removed the rest of their clothing. He pulled back as his gaze wandered over her body, and he took a moment to appreciate her skimpy underthings before he unhooked her bra. He brushed delicate kisses around her already sensitive breasts, giving both equal attention, and when she breathed his name in reverence, his hands traveled down and tugged, ripping the panties off her body. His fingers teased her with light touches around her hips; he brushed against her core, sending a shudder of need throughout her body. Everywhere he touched, her nerve endings flared to life.
“So beautiful, my wife.”
He removed the rest of his clothing, and her eyes wandered over his sculpted chest. When she locked on his thick erection, she leaned toward him and licked the drop of liquid that had tantalized her. She scooted her body closer, and as her hand squeezed around the base of his cock, she sucked him into her mouth, moaning at his taste. To her, it felt as though he was growing larger in her mouth, and when a growl burst from deep in his chest, she sucked harder, needed his pleasure. She clamped her legs together, moaning as the pleasure from her core shot through her entire body.
He slid his hand into her hair, and when she pulled out to tease the tip of his cock, he removed himself and tucked his hand under her chin, lifting her head so he could catch her gaze.
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