He let out a grunt and I grabbed his thigh as he tossed the vibrator away and slid his fingers inside of me. I could no longer hold back my climax, crying out as I came and came hard around his hand.
“Jesus H. Tap Dancing Christ,” he hissed, pulling gently out of me but settling back against me quickly. “That was mind-blowing.”
I swallowed and nodded, still trying to catch my breath.
“You gonna marry me?”
“Is that your idea of a proposal?” I squeaked.
“Do you want somethin’ big?”
“Yeah, Booth, I want something big,” I bit out, totally not believing a word he was saying.
“Okay, Moonbeam, I’ll do something big, then.”
“Wait.” I rolled over to face him. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“We’re not getting married, Wrath.”
“Ah, yeah we are.”
I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts. “Booth.”
He slid my hair away from my face. “Anjanette.”
I let out a frustrated squeak. “Stop doing that.”
“Stop doin’ what, baby?”
“Stop using the feral cat voice.”
He grinned, sliding his thumb over my bottom lip. “Is that what I’m doin’?”
“We can’t get married.”
“Who says?”
“It’ll never work.”
“Who says?” He gripped my chin. “Do you love me?”
“With my whole face.”
He chuckled. “Just your face?”
“Well, my pussy and my ass are quite pleased with you as well, as are my ta-tas, but that won’t make a marriage work.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because it takes more than mind-blowing sex to make a marriage work.”
“Yeah, and we have that. We work, Moonbeam,” he said. “We always have. Even when it’s been a struggle, we come back to each other. You’re letting the fear in again.”
“You make me crazy.”
“I make you whole.”