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A low chuckle bubbled up through the warm happiness flowing through me. “You’ve already asked me that, dork. And I said yes, remember? Whole point of my big monologue just now.”

He brushed a thumb over my bottom lip. “I mean, now. Right now. Tomorrow at the latest. Marry me right now.”

“Okay.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

I started to straighten to my feet but stopped, giving him a frown. “Actually, can I change my mind?”

His Adam’s apple jerked up and down his throat.

“Can we get married after we make love? Can we make love now? And then get married?”

He gently smoothed his hand behind my neck and tugged me down to his level again. “Hell the fuck yeah.”

His lips found mine. This kiss was nothing like its predecessor. This one was soft and tender and apologetic. I was having none of it. I didn’t want soft and tender. Not right then. Apologetic, sure. But soft and gentle and sweet? No way.

Cupping his face in my hands, I sought out his tongue, letting him know how hungry I was. There was a time and a place for sweet and tender, and now wasn’t it. Now I wanted Lucas to pour all the wired energy thrumming through him into sex. Into making us come.

Together. As one.

Pressing him back to the floor, I straddled his hips and rolled mine, grinding our groins together. He groaned, raking his hands down my back and beneath the hem of my oversized T-shirt.

He cupped my boobs, his fingers framing my nipples. I rubbed my pussy harder to his groin, letting him know in no uncertain terms what I wanted.

“I will never stop loving you, Ronnie,” he declared against my chin, my throat. He pinched my left nipple with just the right pressure to send a shard of delicious pleasure into my core. “And I will never ever stop wanting to protect you.”

He nipped at my collarbone, his other hand pressed to the small of my back.

I moaned my approval, not just at his words, but the way he touched me, held me.

“I know,” I groaned, arching my spine when he dragged his thumb over my nipple and sucked on the side of my neck. Snaring a fistful of his hair, I rolled my hips again. “I know.”

The steel rod of his cock ground against my sex, detonating fresh need in me.

“I will never stop trying to keep you safe,” he said, breath warm against my temple. Oh boy, he was sliding his hand down my rib cage. Between our bodies. Between my panties and my—

He parted my folds. Teased my clit. Slid two fingers inside me.

Liquid electricity sparked and flowed through me. I gasped, clinging to his hair, his back.

“And I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you,” he finished on a growl before capturing the side of my throat with his mouth again and branding me with a savage love bite.

I was going to tell him to shut up, to forget about everything else but us. I was going to, but I couldn’t speak. It was too good, his fingers scissoring inside me, stroking my G-spot over and over, his other hand pinching and rolling my nipple, his mouth on my neck, my shoulder…

And then he was lifting the hem of my shirt, exposing my bra-less breast, and sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.

Holy hell, did Lucas know how to suck.

I writhed on his lap, on his fingers, my nipple deep in his mouth, my breath falling from me in shallow pants.

The soles of my feet began to tingle and the pit of my stomach began to tighten. I was going to come soon. Soon…

Heart thumping, I pulled his head back. My nipple popped free of his mouth, the room’s cool air making it pucker even more.

Another low growl tore from Lucas, this one of protest. “Ronnie…”

“I’m going to come soon,” I rasped, still riding his hand—goddamn it, he had incredible fingers. “I don’t want to. Not—”


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