No. There's no way... he can't be...
"There's no one else who compares to you, and nothing would make me happier than spending my life with you."
He slides out of his seat and drops to one knee. Oh my fucking God. He's... I can't breathe. I can't feel my limbs. The room is spinning or maybe it's me.
Luke looks up at me with those big, brown eyes. He pulls a ring box from his pocket and holds it flat on his palm.
He pops open the box.
It's a ring. A gorgeous round solitaire in a platinum setting. It's stylish, classy, timeless not trendy, subtle not hey look at me.
It's exactly the kind of thing I would pick out for myself.
"Alyssa Summers, will you marry me?"
My hand flies to my mouth. My heart is racing so quickly, and my stomach is full of butterflies. I can barely move to nod my head. "Yes," I nod. "Of course."
He slides the ring onto my finger. It's even more gorgeous up close. God, it's so perfect. He's so perfect. This whole thing is so damn perfect.
He stands and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him, hugging him as tightly as I can. His grip is strong around me, and I swear I could collapse in his arms.
Then I feel his lips on my cheek. I move to meet him, and we kiss, long and deep, not caring if anyone in the restaurant is looking at us.
When we break, I am dizzy and breathless. I slide back into my seat, gripping the table for support. He looks at me with a million-dollar grin, his eyes wide and bright. I expect some witty quip, but he says nothing. He just squeezes my hand and stares into my eyes.
Luke asked me to marry him.
I'm the luckiest girl in the whole damn world.
***
I'm too nervous to eat much of my dinner, and Luke doesn't make any comments about it. He sits across from me, practically in heaven, answering all of my obnoxious questions about how long he'd been planning this. I gather that it's been a little while, a few months at least. He probably wanted to do it in San Diego at some romantic place by the house where he grew up.
After dinner he tries to suggest we continue sightseeing. Yeah right. I tell our limo drive--yes, he arranged for a limo--to take us back to the apartment, but I can't wait until we're there. Luke's nervousness hasn't completely worn off and he looks so damn sexy with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.
I shift towards him and press my lips into his. I expect him to resist, to insist I wait the way he always does, but he kisses me back. He doesn't waste any time, actually. He slides his hands over my hips, groaning into my mouth. He plants kisses down my neck, soft and sweet and hungry all at the same time.
Then he brings his lips to my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "It's been torture trying to concentrate with you in that dress," he says. "You must pick these out just for how much they'll distract me."
I nod.
His teeth sink into my earlobe. Jesus. My sex clenches, my body filling with a pleasant rush of want. I'm not sure that I can make it to the damn apartment before I get his cock in my hands.
But Luke has no intention of relinquishing control. He slides his hand under my dress, stroking me over my panties. I kiss him hard, sucking on his tongue.
His eyes are open, and he's already lost in some world of desire. He wants me, and badly.
I press my lips into his neck, making my way to his ear. I suck on his lobe until he's groaning. "That's only a teaser," I say, pressing my hands against his slacks. He's hard. God, is he hard, and I need to feel him in my hands. I need to make him come.
He digs his hands into my hair as I undo his belt and unzip his slacks. "Ally, are you sure?" he asks. "We're not exactly alone."
"That didn't stop you this afternoon," I say. I press my lips into his, sucking hard on his bottom lip as I wrap my hands around his cock.
God damn, he feels so good in my hands. I stroke him, pumping hard and deep. He shudders from my touch. His tongue slides over his lips, his eyes pressing together in ecstasy. He reaches for me, presses his fingertips against my back.
"Alyssa," he groans. He grabs my shoulders, pulling me into him, pulling us together. Our lips touch. It's electric. There's so much between us--so much want and need. I grip him harder, pumping harder. This isn't enough. I need more.
I need to suck him off.