“‘You want to go to your sister’s for Thanksgiving this year? I don’t want to do that, and since I have killed for you…’”
He cuts me off, tickling the fuck out of my sides until I can’t breathe and my face hurts from laughing. I try to swat him away but it does not work. Tickling is the ultimate evil, but it does get his hands on me, so we’ve taken a step in the right direction.
Once he relents, he keeps his hands on me, and my helpless laughter turns to tender smiles as his scarred hands move across my tummy, and finally to flushed cheeks and moans of pleasure as he palms my breasts, his rough thumbs stimulating my nipples.
He ducks his beautiful head and takes one of my nipp
les into his mouth. Pleasure and tenderness mix together and fill me up with so much adoration, it’s hard to keep it all in. I feel like it’s seeping out of me, pouring from my eyes, floating around me like a cloud. He’s lying between my legs, resting on top of me, his body plastered against mine, so if there is a cloud, I have him enveloped in it. I want to envelope him in all my love, and fill up all the empty spots he’s made himself feel for so long.
I’m so happy we found each other.
And for that reason, not the very real possibility that he might not fuck me otherwise, I run my fingers through his hair, my heart filling up as he looks up at me with those intense dark eyes of his, and I tell him, “If you’re serious about this, I will marry you.”
He pops off my nipple, grins victoriously, and takes my mouth instead. His kiss makes me dizzy, or maybe it’s what I just agreed to. Maybe it’s both, but what the hell? I’m already going to move here, move in with him, and have a baby with him—a wedding band on my left hand isn’t the most outrageous decision I’m making where this man is concerned. I like the idea of being committed to him, I already planned to be, so why not make it official?
Plus I like the idea of him wearing my ring while he’s out in the world as much as I like the idea of wearing his. Yes, this belongs to me, now move along, skanks.
Not that I have to worry about that with him. It’s a relief, and it lets me know I’m with the right person. I’ve never felt as appreciated as I do with Sin, as treasured. To Rafe, I was an amusing toy someone else wanted more but whose directions he couldn’t even be bothered to read. To the guys who came before them, guys I’ve practically forgotten since Sin takes up so much space in my heart, I was just an ordinary girl they eventually lost interest in and stopped liking.
I’m so much more than that to Sin. I’m not one of many to him. I’m it for him, and damn, that is sexy.
And damn, I am lucky. I didn’t think I was very lucky when that pregnancy test came back positive, but it may have been the best thing to ever happen to me. Maybe instead of cursing Mateo Morelli’s name to the wind, I should send the man a thank you card.
“Does that mean we’re engaged now?” I ask, bending my neck to give him better access.
“It does.” Pulling back, he looks down at me. “Now when you send me grocery shopping, it’ll actually be my job.”
“You’re going to be a great husband,” I state, with absolute confidence.
“Let’s do it this weekend,” he says, before diving back into my neck.
“What?” I ask, rearing back, eyes wide. “This weekend? That’s fast.”
“You complain when I move slow, you complain when I move fast. You’ve got this wife thing down already, let me tell you.”
I grin up at him. “I won’t be a fishwife, I promise. But this weekend isn’t enough time. I want my sister here. We’ll have to clear it with Rafe for Vince to come back into town. We should have a real wedding, even if it’s a small one, we should have our family and friends here. I’ve never even met your parents.”
“They probably won’t come,” he tells me.
My eyes widen in disbelief. “They’re not going to come to their son’s wedding? They don’t even live that far away.”
“It’s not about how far away they live. They’ve kept their distance from me since—since the funerals. It’s not a big deal. It doesn’t matter to me. But they probably won’t come, so don’t take it personally. I don’t really have anyone to invite, so a quick Vegas wedding would be just fine with me. If you want a real one, that’s up to you.”
Well, I do… but I also don’t want to make Sin feel badly for not having anyone. “You don’t have anyone to invite? Friends? Cousins?”
His lips curve up faintly. “I can invite Rafe.”
“God,” I murmur, covering my face with my hands. “All right, well, we could do something small. A Vegas wedding, but I at least need Vince and Carly to be here with me. I would have liked to invite Mia too, but Mateo and Vince despise each other, so if we’re not having a big enough wedding for them to stay on separate ends of the room, I don’t know if I’ll invite them.”
“Probably should, I hear Mateo gives good gifts,” Sin jokes. “I can keep them from killing one another. Invite whoever you want. Don’t worry about that.”
“You’re the groom; I’m not going to have you working at our wedding.”
“I care about the marriage, not the wedding.” He shrugs. “We’ll do whatever you want.”
I smile, leaning up to kiss his perfect lips. “I’m excited. I want to tell everyone.”
“Tomorrow,” he tells me. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”