"I can't believe you did all this while I was at Colin's gig." And he wondered how easily this outfit of hers came off.
"I had help. I called in my buddies at the office. They gave me a ride here so you wouldn't see my car out front, and then they fetched, carried and decorated. They left about thirty minutes ago."
"So they know about us?" The happiness just kept coming.
"Yes, and it's only the beginning. I have Alicia working on Jim right now, and tomorrow we'll go over and see my parents. You'll need to get reacquainted, and we should take a trip to Oregon."
He started feeling giddy. "We should?"
"Of course. They should meet me before the wedding, don't you think?"
"You're going to marry me?" He forgot all about trying to get her clothes off as he contemplated this new miracle.
"What did you think that little speech of mine was all about?"
"Being perfect for each other. But I thought, since you're so young, that you might want to—" He noticed she was glaring at him. "What?"
She blew out a breath. "First of all, if I never have to hear that phrase you're so young again, that would be just ducky. And my speech, you might recall, was about getting married, Sam. My message points were about getting married. This whole production is supposed to lead to the conclusion that we'll get married."
"Oh." Life was so good, he could hardly stand it.
"So are you going to propose to me, or not?"
He grinned and cupped her face in both hands. "Not while your face is all scrunched up like that. You might turn me down."
"I will not! I—"
He kissed her, and because she'd had her mouth open, he got immediate entrance, so he could use his tongue to best advantage. By the time he finished with her and lifted his head, her expression was exactly the way he wanted it, dazed and happy. "There," he said. "You hot woman, you. Will you marry me?"
She sighed and pulled his head back down. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I love you so much, Sam."
"And I love you, Kasey," he whispered as his mouth grazed hers. Then he couldn't resist, because after all, she'd practically dared him. "Even if you are so young." Then he gasped as she grabbed his crotch.
"What did you say?" she murmured, laughter in her voice.
"That you're … old enough. Yeah, that's it. Old enough."
"And how about you? Are you old enough to know better?"
"Me, I'm old enough to know the best, and you're it."
"Good answer."
As her grip turned into a caress, he leaned down and whispered a suggestion in her ear. Before long, they were in the bedroom tossing aside silk message pillows so they could set the night on fire exactly as she'd promised. Right before Sam thrust deep inside her, he remembered his words, the ones she'd tossed back at him. This sort of happiness doesn't come along every day.
He had a feeling that from now on, it just might.
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