And just like that, my Brina is destined to be mine, forever.* * *We dock the boat after the longest, hottest make-out session of my life.
I help her off the yacht with every bit of me throbbing.
Back at the car, I toss the backpack in the trunk and open her door before getting in. “You’re staying with me tonight. Don’t even try to get out of it.”
“What if I wanted you to stay with me? Paige is off at some big artsy design conference with her dad.”
“My bed’s bigger.” I pull the car out and start heading home.
“So? Why do we always stay at your place?” She pouts.
“Because it’s about to be yours, too. I’ve already scheduled a meeting to add your name to the title.”
“You have?”
I nod. “Plus, I can fuck you in front of the entire city, pressed against the glass. Don’t even pretend you don’t like it.”
Trying to hide a smile—and failing miserably—she turns her flushed face down.
“What if I’d said no, Crankyface?”
“I guess you’d still co-own my penthouse,” I tell her, smirking.
“C’mon, you knew I wouldn’t say no.” She giggles, her eyes shining so bright under the rising moon.
“I hoped you wouldn’t, Brina.”
“Then why were you so nervous?”
I take a deep breath. “I’m more open with you than anyone. You’ve never been intimidated by my shit. You’re also not always impressed with me.”
She grins. “It’s hard not to be impressed with you, Mag. You just have a tendency to be annoyingly driven.” She’s quiet for a minute. “But the way I feel about you is so intense. I knew you were the one.”
Right. She just summed up my feelings.
In no time, I park the car and we pass the doorman and go into the building. Once we get to the elevator, I sweep her up in my arms.
She’s laughing so hard she’s clutching her sides.
“This is so unnecessary. We’re not even married yet—it’s kinda early to carry me over the threshold!”
I kiss her. “We will be, and I’ll do it again then.”
Her lips lock around mine. Her kiss is so intense that I have a hard time opening the door. She starts peeling my shirt off before the door even swings shut.
“Damn. I’ve corrupted you so much, and I love it,” I snarl.
The only response is my shirt hitting the floor.
We leave a trail of clothes from the front door to the bed.
Brina’s knee brushes my bare hip as she straddles me. Her eyes are closed, mouth slightly open. This beautiful angel of mine fully intends to lower herself down over me and wring my balls empty.
Not yet.
I need her fucking under me.
Drawing in a rough breath, I hook a thumb under her arms, and flip us over so her back is flat against the mattress and I’m poised over her. I find her lips and drink in a languid kiss, pulling a moan from her lungs.
“Not our first time engaged, sweetheart.”
She giggles and both her hands come to my face.
“We do this so often. I’m not sure how it could ever be mistaken for a first.”
I take her left hand in mine, bring it to my lips, and kiss the new ring.
“You’re wearing my ring, sweetheart. I’d call that a first.”
She smiles. “It’s important to you, isn’t it?”
“You have no damn idea,” I whisper, thunder in my throat.
She leans up to find my lips. I take her mouth again, kissing her until she trembles with hunger. When I pull away, it’s only so I can trace my tongue down her neck to the top of her cleavage.
“Oh—oh!” she gasps.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I kiss along the slope of her breast, coming to her nipple, lavishing my tongue over it in worship.
She sucks in a harsh breath so hot I almost lose it on the spot.
“Mag-nus!”
The sound of her voice, the way she says my name like two words—the hard ridge of my body strains, but I’m holding the fuck out.
I’ll make this last or die trying.
We’re going to remember this night, mark my words.
I pull her nipple deeper into my mouth, rolling my tongue across the tip, stirring her to pieces.
Eager fingernails dance through my hair and drag down my back, a call to pure fuckery.
My lips are savage explorers, kissing under her breast, down her belly, inhaling her scent and relishing the fever it brings.
“What are you doing?” She giggles.
“Nothing—” I plant a kiss on her hip bone. “You won’t—” I trace my tongue across the seam where her pelvis meets her torso. “Like,” I finish.
“I need you so bad,” she whimpers.
I spread her lips open and find the pearl of her clit. She arches into my kiss, so I add pressure as I flick my tongue over it.
She’s suddenly too breathless for words.
I go to town, lashing her nub with my tongue, sucking and flicking her straight into paradise.