Grabbing the beer from her, I twisted the top off, handed it back to her, then I did the same thing with mine and took a long, slow sip.
Stepping to her, I wrapped my arm around her back and did something I have been wanting to do since this morning.
Placing my face in her neck, I inhaled her sweet scent and then couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped from my lips.
And that’s when every want and need I had came to life with her sweet words. Fuck, I hoped, I prayed, I pleaded with everything that was holy that I was about to get what I desperately wanted.
“Want to know how I want to celebrate?”
“No. But I know you’re going to tell me.” I teased her as I nipped at her ear.
And I felt a puff of pride expand in my chest when goosebumps raised along the column of her neck.
“Do you still mean that I better make sure about you? About us? That the moment you get inside of me, that’s it?” I didn’t know if she was being serious or if she was simply teasing.
So, lifting a foot off the edge of the cliff, so to speak, I asked, “Are you sure, Baby girl? Because I promise you, the moment I get inside you, you better expect a ring on your finger.”
Lifting my head when I finished saying that so I could watch her face, I smiled when I saw every ounce of love in those eyes of hers that I fell in love with.
With her hands fisted in my t-shirt, she had a little bit of mischief sparkling in her eyes when she asked, “And would you wear a ring right back?”
“No. But I’ll do you one better.” I said, knowing that it would get that fire that’s deep inside her riled up.
Her beautiful eyes sparkled as they looked up at me with confusion in her deep orbs. Anger glistened below the surface. “And that would be?” She asked with narrowed eyes.
“I’ll tattoo your name on my finger. A ring can be taken off, but a finger? Not so easily. I’ll be damned if you ever doubt my loyalty to you. And I’ll get Collins’s name on my other finger. And any kid’s names you further bless me with.”
Smiling down at her, I brought my thumb up and wiped the tear that fell from the corner of her eyelid. In a barely-there whisper, she asked, “You mean that?”
“Made a promise to you, Baby girl. I mean what I say. Never doubt that.”
With her eyes locked with mine, I didn’t doubt anything I saw in them, especially not when she said, “Ready to make me yours in every way?”
“Long as you make me yours.”
And then, with her hand around mine, she pulled me to her bedroom, and I felt as though I was on top of the world. Only nothing compared to the moment I slipped inside of her.
When we stepped into her bedroom, I pressed my finger to her lips and then did my check on all the doors and windows.
Stepping back into her bedroom, she gave me a knowing smile and then walked over to me.
Reaching out for her, I fisted my hands in her t-shirt, and the moment I stripped her of it, saw the creamy tanned flesh? Gone was trying to take things slowly.
I didn’t have it in me anymore.
Spending time with her?
Getting to know her?
Her scent?
The way her eyes light up when I walk into a room?
The longing in her eyes when she looks at me?
That last thought was the one that did it. The one that got to me.
Bending down, I placed my shoulder in her belly, lifted her up and over, and then with a giggle, she went sailing through the air and landing on the mattress with a shocked gasp.