did what I said, and I positioned us so she straddled me while I sat how I had been before. Placing her hands on my bare chest, she said, “You’re lucky I like your bossy, filthy mouth. I’m not sure there are many women out there who would put up with it.”
“I only want one woman, and she’s the one who can’t get enough of my mouth.”
“Let’s not get carried away.”
I arched a brow. “I stop giving you my mouth in any way for a month and you’d lose your shit.”
She wiggled her ass, grinding herself against my dick. Gripping my face, she said, “You stop giving me your mouth for even a day and you’d lose your shit.”
She wasn’t fucking wrong.
“Okay,” she said, letting go of my face, “let’s do these five fucking questions, so you can get to your favourite part of the night.”
I wrapped my hand around her neck and rubbed my thumb over her throat. “It’s my turn to ask the questions tonight.”
Her eyes lit up. “Ooh, okay.”
I kept my hand around her neck. “Beard or no beard?”
“Beard.”
“Good fucking answer.”
She grinned.
“Morning or night?”
“You are so freaking predictable with your sex questions.”
I gripped her neck harder. “Morning or night?”
“Night, but only because there are more hours for you to get your mouth on me at night.”
I eased my grip a little. “July or August?”
She frowned. “Huh? What’s in July or August?”
I pulled the blue box from my pocket and opened it. “July or August?”
Her eyes widened. “Holy fuck, King.” She glanced between the ring and me. She stared at me for the longest time, and then she crashed her lips to mine, her hands grasping my face with the kind of grip that turned me the fuck on. When she’d had her fill, she tore her mouth from mine and said, “Oh my freaking God, yes!” She looked at the ring in the box again, bending her face close, her eyes lighting up, and then looked up at me. “This ring is fucking beautiful.”
Jesus, I’d been hard for her all fucking night; I wasn’t convinced I’d make it through this proposal without ripping her clothes off and sinking my dick as far inside her as I could.
I pulled the ring out of the box and got it on her finger before she changed her mind. As she held her hand up to her face, checking out the ring, I growled, “Lily.” When she gave me her eyes, I demanded, “July or August?”
A smile spread slowly across her face. “You mean you’re actually giving me a choice? You’re not gonna just boss my ass into one of them?”
Fucking hell, this woman.
“You have exactly three seconds to choose one. After that, I’ll boss your ass into a fuck of a lot more than just the month.”
She leaned in close and brushed her lips across mine before saying, “July, but only because it comes first. If I had my way, I’d choose September because it would be warmer.”
“July it is.”
She looped her arms around my neck. “I love you, King. You might be a hard-ass out there in the world, but for me, you’re everything I need.” She studied the ring for a moment. “And this ring is perfect. Thank you.”
I’d taken a photo of her grandmother’s necklace that Holly had sent me, and asked a jeweller to design me a ring that matched it. A diamond bow, it matched not only her necklace, but also half her fucking belongings.