My nose crinkled. “How cliché of me.”
“Love was in the air.” She huffed out a laugh. “I didn’t think you’d ever tell me.”
“No? Well, you don’t know everything, do you?” I tapped her nose before I reached down and nibbled the tip, making her laugh. “Just like you didn’t know what these were for.”
Her eyes were back to gleaming. “Ready to learn more.”
Her eagerness had me sighing with delight.
Fuck, she was perfect.
How couldn’t I have told her I loved her when we’d had to attend a hick wedding down in Texas to celebrate some weird, fucked up, four-way wedding that wasn’t even legal…? Her patience was only one facet to her entirely lovable nature.
Speaking of nature… I’d tried to find a hotel with a terrace where I could fuck her out in the open, but this was Ireland. It rained all the fucking time, and while it might sound romantic, fucking in the rain wasn’t my idea of fun. So, I’d made do with this ridiculous hotel that I’d known would appeal to her, even if I thought it was all for the tourists, and I dealt with chintz and flowers and little pouf ottomans that I nearly tripped over every time I got out of bed.
It was why I was also dealing with dusty museums, road trips across fields that were fucking wet through to visit castles, and traipsing around stores…
I felt guilty.
She was eighteen. She’d seen nothing.
And me?
Jackass over here?
I wanted to give her the fucking world.
“Hold up your boob,” I rumbled, “and keep squeezing your nipple.”
The little rings were tiny clamps that had decorative, almost gold filigree embellishments with a substantial, dangling, half-carat diamond.
When she felt the pressure, which was only slight, and was all I wanted really, she moaned, and her pussy clamped down on my dick.
Heaven.
Fuck.
As I gestured to her other tit, I arranged the second ring, sighing when her cunt started fucking fluttering at the sensation.
Wanting to give this up and just fuck her, I had to force myself to grate out, “Happy birthday.”
A moan escaped her. “I know how you can finish it off—”
“Not yet,” I grumbled, and reached for the other box. This one was bigger.
When I opened it, this time, her eyes didn’t gleam, they turned molten.
With tears.
“Oh, Eoghan,” she breathed.
“It was all Cammie could sneak out, and since I’m not exactly allowed onto the compound right now…” Her father was definitely holding a grudge. Prick.
“I don’t care. Thank you.” She shivered as she reached out, tracing her fingers over the emeralds that were set in clusters of diamonds. “I remember the last time Mama wore it—”
“When?” I asked, when her expression turned a little sad.
She shook her head. “That’s for the past. Put it on? I want to make new memories with it.”