My talkative Georgia... She’s suddenly mute, tears coursing over her cheeks as she nods. She doesn’t stop nodding until I pull her into my arms, kissing her cheeks and her lips, wiping away the tears that fall faster than I can catch them.
“Georgia?”
He asked me.
Now.
So soon. Probably too soon for his cautious nature and all he’s gone through.
But he means it. Hemeansit.
He’s mine.
When he kisses me, his lips give me back my voice. “My love. My husband and mate. All the things and all the people—you are everything to me, Douglas. Yes, I’ll be your wife and mate. Bride. Lover. Everything.” I let him slip the ring on my finger, my hands and voice shaking in unison.
“Thank you.” His sigh is so deep and heartfelt. “I know it probably can’t be this year that we’ll wed, but thank you a million times for letting me show the world you’re waiting for me.”
“What? Why can’t we marry this summer? I’d marry you tomorrow, silly.” I stroke his face, the gorgeous creamy pearl and shining diamonds resting on his green skin as I cup his cheek.
“Well... Ye’ll want a big wedding. You deserve one. You’re the heart and soul of the town, everyone’s friend, the smiling face they see in the morning or at lunch. You deserve a big bash. And your family just came over from Scotland a few weeks ago. We’d have to ask them to come again so soon...” He trails off.
He has valid points. My future husband (eee!) is smart.
But he doesn’t understand everything about me just yet.
“My whole life has been full of parties and people. You’re right. I’ll always be in the public eye, and I like it there. We can invite all the people who matter to us whenever we want to get married, sweetheart, but let me tell you something.”
“What?”
“The wedding is only one day, not my whole life. On our wedding day, I only care ifyou’rethere with me. That’s a day for me and you. Everyone else is extra.”
“You wouldn’t be sad if it was smaller?” Douglas licks his lips. “And sooner?”
“I’d say let’s get married tomorrow—but I want to enjoy being engaged for a few weeks at least.” I lean on Douglas, and he goes down on the blanket. I sprawl on his chest. “So, I’m a little bit of a social butterfly, hm?”
“A beautiful one, indeed.”
“Well, I’ve been waiting my whole life to have someone to cocoon up with. My other half.” I bend my head and plant a lingering kiss on his lips. I feel his erection stirring against my middle, and I instantly feel an answering throb inside.
“Pinch me?” Douglas whispers, looking up at me with dreamy eyes, his arms stretching back and folding behind his head.
I lightly dig my finger into his cock where it’s covered by his kilt. “I have better ways to convince us both that we’re not dreaming.”
Douglas sighs. “Mm. Come here, darling bride.”
“I’ve never made love as an engaged person,” I whisper against his mouth as we roll to our sides.
“Hmm. Get used to it. It’s essential practice for making love as a married person.”
“I didn’t think you could do it,” I sigh between kisses.
“Hm? Didn’t think I’d get up the courage to ask you?” Douglas asks, the faintest note of injury in his voice.
“No! I didn’t think you could top the last picnic you took me on, but...” I raise my hand above my head and let the afternoon sun catch the jewels. Reflections sparkle down on us.
Magical.
Love is magical.
