Page 124 of Kind of Famous
My head jerked up. He lifted my hips easily and let his erection defy gravity. I wanted him in me as desperately as he wanted it. The words hung there. “A proposal.”
“Yeah. I was asking you to marry me.”
“In your dream.”
“Right.”
“And what did I say?”
The tip of his penis breached my entry. I wanted to slide down. I wanted him to fill me up, but I waited.
“You said ‘yes.’ ” His blue eyes dilated, and he tilted his hips up, gaining some ground.
“So, we’re dream engaged?”
“I’d marry you right now. You can’t hold out forever.”
I didn’t know if he meant against engagement or against his cock now definitely in the zone. He was right on both counts. Despite my insistence that time didn’t matter, I’d discovered it did, on the four-week anniversary of the night we’d first hooked up, when Shane surprised me by proposing. He’d gone the traditional route: Dinner, nice suit, on his knees with the ring in the box.
We’d only been back together a few days.
I’d said, “Shane.”
That’s all it took for him to sigh and put the ring away. I thought we’d have a fight, but he understood. He said he’d try again.
He did. A whole month later, he took me out of town to a bed and breakfast. We rode horses. He planned a picnic. The ring was hidden, and I was supposed to find it, but then he’d misplaced it, and he had to expose his plan. We spent thirty minutes digging through the basket trying to find the missing ring.
I’d said, “You know I love you. But it’s way too soon.”
Now it was August, and he had me at a complete disadvantage. I loved him. I loved being in his bed with him under me. I never wanted to leave his side, and I mourned like a grieving widow when he left for weeks on tour. All that held me back was a traditionalist’s view of a proper timetable.
In his arms, time stood still. All that mattered was where our bodies met.
I bore down and relished his satisfied moan as our hips connected. With him deep inside me, I bent forward and lay a kiss on his pretty lips.
“Mmm. There.” He thrust upward, hitting me in that spot that shattered planets. “Yes,yes, Shane.”
His eyes lit up. “When?”
How could I resist him? If I saidnow, I was afraid he’d toss me over and start making calls. “Christmas?”
He flipped me onto my back and pulled out far enough to make me sigh. “Next week.”
With him inside me, I’d agree to nearly anything. “Mmm.” He hit the place that made me think of sugar. “Keep going.”
“Saturday.”
My back arched, and he picked up the pace, bringing me closer and closer. I rasped out, “Anything you want.”
“Today.”
I crashed around him. “Yes. Yes.”
He exploded in me and all I saw were stars.
