He straightens and turns to me, the soft lamp light making him look boyish and much younger than his nearly thirty years. “Oh, I can think of some bedtime activities, Mrs. Kringle.”
It takes me a minute to understand what he’s saying. I think he just called me his future wife. “That...You didn’t ask me.”
He stalks toward the bed. “Why would I ask you? You’re already mine. We’ll just be making it official.”
“That’s not much of a proposal,” I argue just to be contrary. I’m already looking forward to spending decades with Micah, arguing with him every day and falling more in love.
“Perhaps I need to find other ways to convince you then,” he says as he crawls onto the bed. He drapes his big body over mine. His hardness settles between my thighs and there’s an answering rush of wet heat in my panties.
“I might be open to other forms of persuasion,” I agree as I spread my legs wider.
“Good, then let’s begin negotiations.” He kisses his way down my throat and reaches for the tie on my robe. He opens it, letting out a delighted moan when he realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath it. If Abby hadn’t needed a bottle, something tells me he would have figured that one out earlier.
“What—what terms are you proposing?” It’s hard to think with his lips on my neck, driving me crazy like this.
“First term, daily orgasms for you.” He kisses and licks and nips his way down the valley of my chest. He pauses to give my nipples his attention, teasing me there too. He finally grazes his teeth over one hardened point. “How do you feel about that term, Mrs. Kringle?”
I gasp at the sensation and struggle to remember what we were talking about. Oh, yeah, the negotiations. “I’m in favor of that term, Mr. Kringle.”
He releases my breast with a wet popping sound. “Excellent, and the next term is this...” He prowls lower, pressing kisses to my curvy stomach. He worships every stretchmark and every bit of cellulite with his tongue until he’s at the juncture of my thighs.
“Next term is I get to eat this pussy daily for the rest of my life.” Then he licks a stripe across my swollen mound, and I arch my back, shoving my pussy into his face.
He doesn’t mind though. He just wraps his big hands around my hips and anchors me to the bed then he falls on me like a wild animal. He snarls and growls with every lick, letting me know exactly how much he’s enjoying his meal. It’s not until I’m thrashing against the pillows, begging him for mercy that he finally sucks my engorged clit into his mouth.
I come so hard he has to throw a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. Somehow that only sends me higher, prolonging the orgasm.
When I float down, he’s aligning his body to mine and slipping inside of my aching channel.
“And the final unalterable term is that this pussy belongs to me. Only. Me.” He punctuates the words with a quick thrust of his hips.
“Only you,” I agree as the next wave of pleasure begins to build inside of me. This man is incredible. The way he can control my body so easily, pushing me higher and higher.
“Need you to come for me,” he grunts. Sweat has soaked his hair, leaving it damp across his forehead. His beard is glistening from my juices, but it’s the reverence in his eyes that steals my breath away. This man doesn’t just love me. He cherishes me. I don’t just know that. I feel it, deep in my soul. In that place where our two hearts have intertwined and become one.
“I love you,” I whisper just as I come on his cock like he wanted.
He swells inside of me then, his hot seed spilling into my body. He’s murmuring things under his breath as he bucks wildly. I think he’s making promises to love me and protect me and care for me. All of his words blend together, a beautiful confession.
When he finally collapses onto the sheets next to me, he pulls me against him. The overhead fan cools our sweat-slicked bodies as I listen to his heartbeat.
“Love you, too.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
I smile so big that my cheeks hurt. “Then I accept your proposal, Mr. Kringle.”
“And all the terms?” He teases.
“And all the terms,” I agree as I drift to sleep with a smile on my face and one in my heart. This gruff cowboy and his daughter are my family, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.
EPILOGUE
CHLOE
“There you are.Missed you this morning.” Micah presses a soft kiss to my shoulder as he wraps his arms around me from behind. He’s shirtless today, and I can feel his body heat through my thin sweater.
“I missed you too,” I whisper back even though my mom is nearby at the stove. She’s making pancakes for me and my siblings. It’s Christmas Eve, and my whole family is here.
“Tonight, I get you,” he says in a low tone before he kisses me on the lips. I bunked in the living room last night with my mom. When she first arrived, she was worried about me. But now that she’s met Micah and seen how good he is to me, she seems genuinely happy for me.