He kissed her eagerly, greedily, as though he needed to make up for lost time because in many ways, he did. Allison and Christopher had known each other for a long time, but it had taken him far too long to realize that yes, she was his mate. Yes, she really was the one for him. Yes...
He kissed her over and over until they were both ready for round two, and then he made love to her right on the couch. It was soft and tender and wonderful, and neither one of them wanted the night to end. It couldn’t end yet. He was having too much fun with her.
“Marry me,” he whispered to her on a whim.
“You already said I’m your mate.”
Not all dragons married their mates. It wasn’t their tradition. She was human, though. She wasn’t a dragon, and he wanted her to have all of the wonderful things a bride should have. He wanted her to have a dress and flowers and a bunch of people looking at her on their special day.
“Let’s make it official,” he murmured. “Marry me, pretty girl.”
“It would be an honor,” Allison said. Then she kissed him back, over and over, and he knew that he was the luckiest damn dragon man on the entire island.
He was the luckiest shifter in the whole world.
Chapter 12
After having sex against the wall, and then on the couch, Allison was sore and tired and thirsty as hell, so she suggested that they go back to the party, which was still in full swing when they arrived. Allison and Chris
topher were both tired and sweaty, and she was certain they both reeked of sex, but neither one of them cared. It was Christmas, after all, and they deserved to have fun. She tried to save her hair as much as she could, but it was pretty much unsalvageable. She didn’t particularly care.
She had him.
Apparently, she was going to be having him for a very long time since Christopher had not only admitted that they were destined to be together, but had proposed, as well. Who the hell had expected that? She certainly hadn’t. She had thought maybe they would make out again, and maybe they would even date, but marriage? She was so on board with that choice.
“Welcome back,” Yvette and James came over and waved at Christopher and Allison. Yvette smirked as she took in Allison’s disheveled appearance.
“Where did you two run off to?” James asked.
Apparently, Allison’s future brother-in-law wasn’t afraid to play dirty. Oh, it was on. Allison and her future brother were going to have some fun giving each other hell. There was no doubt in Allison’s mind that James and Yvette were going to get married. Who knew? Maybe they’d team up and have a double ceremony.
“Christopher was just...showing me something,” Allison said.
“I’ll bet he was,” James smiled.
“Was it his penis?” Yvette asked.
“Yes,” Christopher said. “So let’s stop with twenty questions. While we’re at it, I proposed to her, too.”
“And what did she say?”
“She said yes,” Christopher smiled. He reached for Allison’s hand and smiled. Oh, when he looked at her like that, it was like the entire world stopped spinning. She was so damn happy with him. She was so very, very happy.
“Congratulations,” Yvette squealed and hugged her sister.
“Congratulations?” Allison turned to see a woman standing behind Christopher. He stilled, tensing. The woman frowned, pursing her lips together, as though she was confused.
Luckily, it wasn’t Christopher’s ex-girlfriend, Monique. Allison knew perfectly well what Monique looked like. She also knew that if that lady came anywhere close to Christopher in the future, Allison would slap her and tell her to go away. She remembered how wrecked Christopher was after the breakup. There was no need for him to ever feel that way again.
No, this woman was someone else, but she was someone Christopher knew.
He turned around.
“Hello, Mother.”
“Yikes,” James said. “Yvette, let’s get out of here.”
Without waiting around for his daily dose of gossip, James quickly started walking away, dragging Yvette with him.