by Kim Tiffany
She wanted to claw his shirt off and jump him like a lioness on a gazelle, but she fought against the wave of lust that threatened to subsume her better judgment and with reluctance tore her lips away from his searching mouth.
He blinked and shook his head as though to clear it. “Fuck dinner. I want you.”
Sara laughed huskily and leaned her forehead against his damp one. “Me, too. But my omelets are burning.”
“Damn straight they are,” he said, curving his big hands possessively over her bubble-butt. “C’mon. Let’s take a hot shower together and make love.” He nipped at her full lower lip before bringing her hard against him and pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against her throat. “I haven’t been inside you for at least ten hours,” he cajoled in that dark, rumbling tone designed to make her nipples harden and cunt flutter in response. “I’m starting to feel neglected.”
She smiled against his lips but shook her head. “Uh-uh, you grab the place settings and glasses. Plenty of time for that later.” She sashayed back to the stove, ignoring her man’s good-natured grumbling. Her man. She knew she’d never get over the thrill of that glorious statement. She quickly dished up the omelets, grabbed the dressed salad sitting on the counter and placed them on the small eat-in breakfast nook.
“Red or white?”
“White, please,” she answered, smiling as he poured the icy golden liquid into a goblet for her and kissed her bare shoulder. Sighing happily, Sara looked down at her place setting and paused. A rectangular velvet box sat next to her plate.
“What’s this?”
“Hmmm? Oh, that’s a little something I had made and wanted to give to you.” His voice gave nothing away as he started in on his omelet.
Sara took a fortifying glug of wine and gave him a curious sidelong glance, but didn’t move.
“Well? Aren’t you going to open it?”
Inexplicably nervous, Sara popped the lid open with one hand and froze. Ethan turned and leaned into her, all pretense of eating abandoned.
She choked a little, and then managed to find her voice. “Is—is this what I think it is?”
Ethan nodded solemnly, still not saying anything but his intense golden eyes never leaving her face.
She lifted the item out of the box reverently—a full, pristine set of freshly made keys to the front door of his building complex. Happiness bloomed in her chest, and she was about to throw her arms around his neck and accept them laughingly, when she saw it.
Dangling from the key chain, right next to a delicate silver charm shaped like a pair of dice, was a glittering platinum ring with a half-dozen channel-set diamonds.
And suddenly Sara found that all the air had left the room.
She found herself gathered in Ethan’s arms and cradled to his chest. He was looking down at her with entreaty in his eyes, the tense set of his jaw betraying without words how unsure he was at the moment. He held her as if he was afraid she would slip through his fingers.
“The keys and the ring are yours to keep, sweetheart, no matter what,” he said. “I’m not expecting an answer, and I won’t rush you into anything you’re not ready for. You know me, I’m happy enough just to be near you.” He pressed a gentle, lingering kiss on her parted lips before he continued. “I need you to understand how deep in this I am. I love you, baby, so much. Would you maybe consider…moving in with me?”
Sara marveled at the earnest, adoring look on Ethan’s face, her heart in her throat and her eyes stinging. God, he was wonderful. He’d been so patient with all her personal hang-ups, her body issues, and he still made her feel as though she was the sexiest woman alive, never hesitating to let her know how much he desired her and that he found her beautiful just the way she was. His devotion and pride in her company was a healing balm, and made her absolutely wild for him.
She glanced down at the keys in her palm, testing their weight, basking in the glow of having a man love her enough and be secure enough to give her the power to choose. But there was really no choice at all.
Sara shook head slowly. “Ethan, I don’t know if I want a permanent roommate,” she began, noting the flash of disappointment on Ethan’s face, so brief that she wouldn’t have caught it unless she’d been looking for it, and the slight tightening of his arms around her before he relaxed and nodded in understanding.
Biting back a smile, she continued. “I’m kind of an old-fashioned girl. I’d prefer to just be your wife.”
For a long moment, Ethan stared at her. He blinked in confusion. Sara stared right back without speaking. He lifted an eyebrow and unfettered joy slowly began to replace trepidation, bringing a glowing light into his intense gaze.
“You’re—you’re saying yes?”
She bit her lip at the swell of unexpected emotion that caused her throat to tighten and her eyes to sting. Ethan stood before her, strong and silent and his eyes filled with so much hope and love that she could hardly fathom it. With trembling hands, Sara flipped the key chain open, popped off the gleaming platinum-and-diamond band and handed it to him with a cheeky, if watery, grin.
He grasped it and looked deep into her eyes as he slid it securely onto her ring finger. She noted with pleasure that it was a perfect fit, just as they were. She looked up at him and said, “Yes.”
“Yes!” Ethan crowed, sweeping her off the stool in his massive arms and spinning her around the room. “Yes, yes, yes,” he continued to mutter between loud, smacking kisses on her eyes, nose, mouth, anywhere he happened to land. Sara laughed in delight and clung to him, kicking her feet in glee as he claimed her smiling mouth in a deep, soul-stirring kiss. She moaned and returned it fervently, sliding her hands along his strong jaw and caressing his whisker-roughened cheeks. Even in her elation, she noted that they were heading straight to his bedroom down the hall, and anticipation began to simmer low in her stomach.
“I swear, you won’t regret it,” he vowed as he plopped her on the bed and crawled in after her, chucking his sweater and unzipping his pants in the process. Sara flushed a little at his eagerness and followed suit, pulling off her leggings and T-shirt. He gathered her in his arms and gazed down at her reverently. “I love you so much, and I’m going to make you so happy.”
“You already do,” Sara whispered through swollen lips, pressing her aching breasts against his chest. “Every single day. And night.”
He kissed down her throat in a lingering path. “I know the perfect way to celebrate,” he rumbled, his hands and lips already busy driving his fiancée to distraction.
“Hmmm? How?” Sara was only half-conscious of what she was saying. She was trying to retain her sensibilities, but Ethan was doing that wicked, wicked thing with his tongue on her ear…oh, god…
There was a small click, and a whirring sound filled the air. Sara’s eyes flew open in surprise to encounter Ethan’s devilish grin, and she burst out laughing when she saw what he held in his hand.
A familiar-looking pink vibrator, thick and smooth, glittered in the dim light of the bedroom. As Ethan pressed the vibrating wand against the globes of her breasts and her turgid nipples, Sara’s merriment quickly turned to gasping sighs and mewls, and her eyes fluttered shut against the delicious sensation.
“We should take a little trip down memory lane.” Ethan’s voice had grown gritty with desire. “What do you think?”
“Oh yes, please,” Sara pleaded, already tugging him on top of her and pressing upward to rub her dripping wet center against the outrageous erection that tented his cargo pants. Her ring shone against her hand as she stroked the planes of his chest in encouragement, her head falling back in pleasure.
With a smile, Ethan got down to the business of turning her inside-out with pleasure—a joyous, heart-stopping ride that made Sara thank her lucky stars for their Sin City tryst.
About Kim Tiffany
Kim Tiffany grew up in Northern California and after college dabbled in the fields of finance, law, and medicine before the writing bug finally and firmly too
k hold. She now lives in Southern California with her partner and three dogs (while her parents still bemoaning the loss of a doctor in the family). This is her first novel.
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