Sawyer crossed his fingers as he moved toward the blanket fort. But when he drew back the lime green and pink paisley sheet covering the entrance, instead of Mia in a pair of sexy panties, he found her sitting cross-legged in a plain white tee shirt and a pair of jeans, holding one of those lollipop rings he remembered from Halloween when he was a kid.
“Don’t be disappointed,” she said, holding up the ring. “I promise to get you something sparkly soon. I knew it would be impossible to find an engagement ring in Lonesome Point on a Sunday morning so I didn’t even try.”
Sawyer’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
Mia shifted, coming up onto one knee, a nervous smile on her face that made Sawyer want to kiss her senseless. But he restrained himself, knowing he wanted to hear what she had to say even more.
“Sawyer Kane, I love you,” she said. “And I just found out there is no such thing as the Sherman family curse. In light of this discovery, will you do me the extreme honor of being my husband, best friend, and sex slave for as long as we both shall live?”
“I do,” Sawyer promised, sitting down next to Mia, letting the sheet slide closed behind him as he pulled her into his arms. “I do, and I can, and I will.”
Mia laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I thought you might, but I was still a little nervous. I’ve never proposed to anyone before.”
“And you never will again.” Sawyer let his hand slide up the back of her tee shirt, caressing her warm skin. “Now let’s get started on that sex slave part. I want to see you in that filmy pair of panties hanging from the door.”
“How about these?” Mia’s eyes darkened as she reached for the top button of her jeans and pulled the fabric apart, revealing a scrap of orange satin in an electric shade that made Sawyer’s pulse spike and his jeans grow decidedly uncomfortable. “Orange symbolizes desire, and I desire to have your hands all over me.”
“How about my mouth between your legs?” Sawyer said as he pushed her back onto the fort’s pillows. “After I rip those panties off with my teeth?”
Mia’s breath shuddered out as he made quick work of her jeans, ripping them down her legs and tossing them to one side. “Oh, yes, please. That sounds—”
Her words ended in a gasp as Sawyer dropped his head, kissing her through the whisper thin fabric before opening his mouth and gently biting down on her mound. He could already smell the sweet tang of her arousal, and couldn’t wait to get his tongue buried in her heat. He disposed of the panties, barely resisting the urge to make good on his threat to rip them off, and set to work making love to Mia, the woman who would be his wife, the only woman he ever wanted to tease and taste and wake up next to every morning and laugh with every day.
There was more than one couple’s average share of joy in their future, he could feel it in his bones, in his cock, as he sank into Mia’s heat and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, in his heart as he thrust in and out of the woman he loved, taking as much pleasure from giving her pleasure as from claiming it for himself. And when she came—calling out his name, telling him that she loved him forever, the way he had hoped she would—he let himself get swept away right along with her.
Mia had been knocking him off his feet since the moment he met her, and he hoped she kept right on doing it, from now, until the day death did them part.
“I always thought I’d be the one to propose,” Sawyer said later, still catching his breath as Mia snuggled against him, her head on his chest. “But I like it this way. And I love my ring.” He picked the discarded ring off the sheets and popped the slightly linty red candy into his mouth.
Mia laughed.
“Tasty,” Sawyer added, his voice muffled by the lollipop.
“Only the best for you, baby,” Mia said, propping up on one arm to meet his eyes. “You stick with me; I’ll introduce you to all the good stuff.”
“I’ve already got all the good stuff,” Sawyer said, with an affectionate pat on her bare bottom.
She grinned. “I can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe I don’t have to worry anymore, not even a little bit, not even with the silly, twelve-year-old part of my brain.”
“Tell me everything. How did this miracle go down?” Sawyer asked, finishing off his ring as Mia told him the stories about Amelia and Emily.
They were interesting stories, and Sawyer was relieved Mia could finally stop worrying about that stupid curse, but he only managed to listen with half an ear. He was too busy staring up at the gorgeous redhead with the flushed cheeks and the smile that sparkled just for him to concentrate completely on anything except how damned lucky he was to have found her.
“You know what else I can’t believe,” Mia said after she’d finished her story, leaning in to touch her nose to his before she added in a whisper, “That you’re mine.”
“Until I’m old and crusty and bald by nature, not design.”
Mia grinned against his lips. “Sounds like a dream come true.”
And as Sawyer kissed her, his body responding to her touch, her taste, like he hadn’t just come ten minutes ago, he silently agreed that it did.
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