Love in Country (De La Fuente Family 4)

“I have a surprise for you,” Aiden whispers. “Let’s go.”

“What about Greg?”

He shakes his head. “He’s with Matthew and causing a bit of a stir. He’ll be fine.”

I smile and wrap my fingers with Aiden’s as he leads me toward the elevator.

Inserting our room card into the elevator slot, I’m surprised when he presses the button for the top floor.

I raise a brow in question and Aiden surrounds me, his body hard and warm against the soft curves of mine. The ridge of his arousal presses into my hip and as he just rests it against me, I feel the length pulse and thicken.

His eyes close slightly and the pulse in my neck goes crazy as Aiden caresses down my cheek and neck with his lips.

“You taste good,” he pants. “So good.?

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The elevator doors finally open and Aiden growls into my neck while he caresses my hip before intertwining our fingers together.

“Let’s go.”

I follow him out and realize that I would follow him anywhere.

At the door that reads ‘roof access’ I frown and glance at Aiden. He smirks and shucks out of his jacket. “Here, it’s going to be a bit windy out there.”

AIDEN

I feel sick with nerves as I lead Sarah out onto the roof and over to a slightly sheltered area that’s been set up with flowers and lights.

The hotel staff have been amazing and couldn’t have been more helpful if they’d tried when I told them what I wanted and the reason why.

Hearing the small catch in Sarah’s breathing when she sees the romantic setting makes everything worth it.

Low cushions surround a small table, fairy lights are hung up and trail around the floor, and champagne chills to one side.

I lead Sarah over to the cushions and help her down. While I pour us both a glass of bubbles, I watch her look around us and am curious as to what she’s thinking, even though I have a feeling she’s only wondering about what is really going on.

Smiling, I hand her a glass and kneel on the cushions to her right. “I’m going to do this right this time.”

Sarah’s eyes widen in surprise and a light blush coats her cheekbones. “I don’t know…wow.”

I chuckle and take her hand into mine. “I love you, Sarah. I fell in love with you when I thought it was impossible, and my love for you has only ever grown. I want to spend the rest of my life with you…Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” I pause to catch my breath because proposing for the second time is damn nerve-racking. “This,”—I take the ring from my pocket and place it on Sarah’s finger—“was one of my mother’s rings. She bought a ring for each of our birthstones. She didn’t wear them all the time, just from the first to the end of the month depending on whose birthday it was.”

I wipe at her tears.

“She left them to us when she died, and I’d forgotten the first time I asked you. I’m sorry I screwed up, but I love you and now that you have my ring on your finger, it’s never coming off.”

Sarah’s face is full of pure joy as tears continue down her cheeks. She wraps her arms around my neck and whispers, “I love you, Aiden De La Fuente, and yes, I’ll marry you and give you lots of babies.”

My heart jolts in my chest at her words and as she grabs hold of my head and seals her lips to mine, my head spins and pure and utter lust for the woman I love overtakes all common sense.

Earlier, when I’d tugged her panties free before we’d left our room, my intention had been easy access, so as I take her down to the cushions, I slide my hand up the inside of her dress, and curve my palm over her bare bottom.

“Oh God, Aiden. We’re outside.”

“I know.” I kiss from her neck to chest and tug her bodice free, allowing myself access to her great breasts while I slip a finger through her arousal and into her sex. “So wet for me. Always, Sarah.” I growl at the feel of her.

“Yes. I always am.” She moans. “Not like this. Inside me.”