Hot and Bothered (Some Like It Hot 3)

A slow, sinful smile curved her mouth as she tormented him with a soft, leisurely lap of her tongue along the swollen head of his cock. “You bring out the absolute best in me, including wanting you on a regular basis.” She released him, only long enough to peel off his pants and boxer briefs and drop the articles of clothing beside them on the bed. Then she was back on top of him, her body poised over his, his erection pressed against her slick opening. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”

Strangled laughter escaped him, and his glittering eyes met hers. “Hell, no. You’ve seen how my body reacts to just being near you.”

“That’s good to know.” With her hands braced on his chest, she lowered herself onto him, taking him deep inside where she was hot and wet and silky soft, her expression reflecting supreme pleasure as she started to move rhythmically on him. “Because I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Noah understood the addiction, since he felt the same. But there was still one more thing he needed to do, had to do…just as soon as he took control of the situation. Pulling her down to his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her beneath him, so that he was in the dominant position on top of her.

She didn’t seem to mind. She hooked her ankles against the back of his thighs and rocked him forward while she arched into him, causing him to slide impossibly deeper. Without a condom separating their flesh, the texture and friction of their bodies was more intense.

He grabbed her hip with one of his hands to still her provocative movements. “Natalie, wait,” he said through gritted teeth, feeling his own orgasm cresting and his restraint unraveling.

Startled, she blinked up at him, concern furrowing her brow. “Noah? What’s wrong?”

He reached for his pants beside them, grateful they hadn’t landed on the floor, and dug a small black velvet box out of the front pocket. Then he glanced back down at her, smiling gently at her wide eyes and uncertain expression.

He braced a forearm next to her head so he didn’t crush her with his weight. “I had no idea how my visit here would end, but I was optimistic,” he said.

“Is that…” She glanced from the small box to his face, disbelief and hope mingling in the depths of her gaze. “Is that what I think it is?”

Lowering his head, he kissed her parted lips. “It’s an engagement ring. I want to make you mine for real. No pretenses this time, Natalie.” With his thumb, he flipped open the lid, revealing a gorgeous solitaire diamond ring that made her gasp. “I wanted this moment to be perfect and do this right. You know, get down on one knee and ask you to marry me,” he said wryly, knowing that this intimate moment would be one neither of them would ever forget, but that it wasn’t a scenario they could easily share with friends and family.

Her soft hands framed his jawline, and her eyes shone with utter devotion and an abundance of love. “We’re a part of each other, body and soul,” she whispered, reminding him of that fact with a slight pull of her inner muscles around his shaft. “How much more perfect can a proposal get?”

A crooked grin lifted his mouth. “Say yes. Say that you’ll marry me.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Noah Sommers, I’ll marry you.”

It took a bit of finagling, but he managed to remove the ring from the black velvet lining. Natalie held up her left hand, and he slipped the glittering diamond on her ring finger, making her his from that moment on.

Weaving their fingers together at the side of her head, he surged into her, strong and deep. “You do realize, don’t you, that since I’m not wearing a condom that we might get an early start on that family we both want.”

“Oh, let’s hope,” she said enthusiastically. “But if not, there’s always tonight and tomorrow…”

He laughed and quieted her with a kiss, letting desire and passion take over, knowing fate would take care of everything else.