Page 180 of An English Bear in Berlin
“Am I forgiven for springing it on you?”
“That depends.” I grinned. “Am I forgiven for proposing the way I did?”
“Isn’t it supposed to be that way?” He laughed. “I think Oscar Wilde nailed it when he had a character say that an engagement should be a surprise, pleasant or otherwise.”
“The surprise is waiting for you at home.”
Kieran blinked. “What surprise?”
“Later. Party first. Our friends are waiting for us at?—”
“What surprise?” he demanded.
I stopped, lifted his hand to my lips, and kissed it. “Today is an anniversary. A year ago, we made love for the first time, and you discovered?—”
“Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens?” His eyes gleamed.
I rolled my eyes. “Iknewyou couldn’t resist.”
Kieran closed the gap, until all I could feel was his warm body against mine. “What’s my surprise?” His hands were at my waist, keeping me there, letting me feel hardness inside those tight leather pants.
Kieran wasn’t above fighting dirty when he wanted something.
“Well….” I hesitated, knowing his curiosity would not be contained for long. “Theremightbe some new toys in the drawer next to the bed.” I paused. “And because I made a promise,andbecause we’ve been working our way towards a particular destination, I bought some new lube.” I fell silent, letting him connect the dots.
Kieran’s breathing stuttered. “Really?”
“If that’s what you still want.”
The way his lips collided with mine was answer enough.
I loved how he’d embraced all aspects of my life during the last year. I also loved his eagerness, his acceptance, his intelligence, his music, his sense of humour…
“There’s no part of you that I don’t love,” I murmured. Then I finally voiced the thought that had been in my head so often during the last months. “And nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Kieran didn’t hesitate. “Good.” His hand was gentle on my nape. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
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