I let go of her ponytail, stretching out my fingers from gripping it so hard, and stroked her hair instead. Iglanced down at her where her head stayed nestled on my lap, like a little cat. Now if she started purring I’d lose my shit and need a second release. Thankfully she opened her eyes and sat up, smiling that wicked grin at me instead.
“Where the hell did that come from, gorgeous?” I asked, tucking a deflated Medium Sized William back into my boxers. I was in awe, and even more in love with her than I was fifteen minutes before.
“Well, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass us by,” she shrugged, that darling blush coming back to her cheeks. It was amazing how she could be so wild and brazen one moment and then shy and sweet the next. I was the luckiest man in the world.
I gripped her jean-clad thigh. “I wish I could return the favor, but it’ll have to wait a bit longer.”
She smiled, putting her hand over mine. “For you, William Bracco, I can wait a few more hours. We’ve got the time.”
“We’ve got the rest of our lives together,” I said, turned my hand over to lace the fingers of my right hand with her left. The ring on her third finger was small, the band thin, but Claire didn’t seem to care. She was already saying yes before I could ask the question and leaving no doubt in my mind that she wanted it as much as I did.
“Yes, we do,” she sighed, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Forever.”
“Forever,” I agreed, squeezing her fingers again. “I can’t wait.”
