“When you’re ready to ask me, I’ll be the one saying yes.”
“And I’ll be the one down on one knee, wondering what in the hell I did to deserve you.” I walk us to the bed and quickly remove the last of my clothes before lying her down. Our bodies come into contact, and I immediately feel at peace.
“I love you,” I say softly, brushing her hair back gently and getting lost in her eyes that I forever want to wake up to.
“I love you, too,” she smiles, and I see all her love shining back at me.
I slowly nudge my way inside her as our eyes lock together. Interlacing our hands, I hold them above her head as she fully takes me in, where I belong.
I go nice and slow, feeling our bodies move in perfect harmony together. Leaning down, I kiss the music notes by her hairline. I will never get tired of seeing myself on her body. I belong on hers just like she belongs on mine.
Wrapping her legs around me, she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. Her fingers dig into my back as I skim my hand over her body, wanting to touch as much of her as I can.
“Miles,” she moans as her breast fills my palm and I squeezeher soft flesh.
“So fucking beautiful,” I rasp, plunging in deep again and watching her eyes burn with a hunger that only I can satisfy.
When I feel her walls start to tighten, I’m right there with her as we fall apart together. Her pussy squeezes me as I release with a shout, pouring into her with such force that I know she’ll be dripping my cum for hours afterwards. I hear my name in the distance as she cries out and shatters against me.
Heart to heart, we lie there wrapped in each other’s arms, the only movement being the rise and fall of our chests as our breaths come out fast and heavy.
“Thank you for trusting me with your heart,” I say, burying my face in her neck next to her new tattoo. “It will always be safe with me.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I’m not afraid anymore. My heart was always meant to belong to you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
OLIVIA
Setting the tray on the bar, I grin at the man I love on the other side. This past month has been like a fairytale, and I’ll happily live in it for the rest of my life. We haven’t spent a night apart since the day we told each other how we felt.
We’ve talked for endless hours into the night about any and everything. His love for Bee is a beautiful thing to witness, and I can tell she’s becoming like a daughter to him in every way possible.
In true Mark fashion, I haven’t heard a peep from him. I returned his last check he sent, and I hope that sends him a message that I don’t want anything to do with him. I wasn’t touching the money anyway, but in his twisted mind, he thinks it makes me happy and keeps me silent to the press. I don’t want him to have any ties to my daughter and I for damn sure don’t want his so-called hush money.
“I need twoextra dirtymartinis,” I say, showing him my dimples and putting emphasis on the wordsextraanddirty.
“Extra dirty, eh?” He grins that megawatt smile that makes my belly and heart feel all sorts of ways. He grabs the martiniglasses and starts mixing the ingredients in a shaker. “Just the way I like it,” he winks, and slides the drinks over to me.
I realized on opening night how much fun I had working with him, and I’ve been taking a couple of shifts through the week when he’s bartending in the evening. I’ve been able to get to know more of the town, and let’s face it…having this boss/employee thing going is pretty hot. I mean,reallyhot. Miles has no problem sneaking me away to the office or stockroom to make good use of our time together.
“Me too,” I wink, taking the tray of drinks. His low chuckle puts a smile on my face as I walk to the table in the corner to hand them their martinis.
I keep busy for the next hour before pitching in to clean with the rest of the staff. When the last worker has left, I lock up the place for the night, and a smile starts playing on my lips. A buzzing type of energy hums through my body as the air changes in the room.
He’s already pulling two tumblers down for us, his black tee stretching across his broad shoulders. All the lights are out, except for the soft overhead glow coming from the lights above the bar. The dark ink swirling around his skin, almost blending into the shadows, gives him a wickedly sinful aura that makes me want to play with the devil himself. He fills the glass halfway with the amber liquid and keeps his eyes trained on me as I walk over to him.
He’s wearing dark jeans and theMontgomery’stee that I now own several of. I find myself wearing them a lot because I know what it does to him. It does something to me, too, and I can’t help but be reminded that I’m his when I wear them.
Sitting on the bar stool, I take the glass he holds out to me, and take a sip of the liquid I’ve acquired an insatiable taste for. His favorite bourbon slides down my throat and warms myinsides as it settles in my belly. I feel his eyes on me as I lick the smoky oak taste from my lips. It tastes likehim.
Sin and spice.
Leaning across the bar, he hooks his finger and beckons me closer. I move forward, and his hand grabs the back of my neck, bringing me close to his lips.
“You missed a spot,” he murmurs, tracing his tongue along my bottom lip. “Mmmm. I didn’t think my favorite drink could taste any better, but when it’s been on you, it easily becomes my addiction.”
He pulls my bottom lip with his teeth before sinking inside and taking more of his favorite taste with him. His tongue dives in and dances with mine. It’s my turn to trace his bottom lip as I pull on his small ring and swipe my tongue across it.
