He tosses his ballcap aside, revealing messy hat hair that's so unbearably sexy I growl impatiently and stomp toward him and start ripping at his jeans while he peels his shirt off. Seconds later, he's naked with me, his erection tall and proud and begging for my touch.
I resist, just for a moment. Take his hands in mine, tangle our fingers, palm to palm. Stare up at him, opening my heart and my soul, letting it all shine out through my eyes.
Emily was right—having gotten past the block, I find the words have lost their hold on me.
They're just words…
Just the three most important words one human can say to another.
"I love you, Saxon Oliver Cabot."
His jaw clenches, and his throat works. His eyes mist. "Terra…god, I…"
I touch his lips. "Shush. This one is all for me. I love you. I fucking love you." I step into him, breasts pressing against his chest, his cock hot against my belly. "I love you so fucking much it's crazy. I just met you, but I've somehow always loved you. I don't know how that works and I don't care."
"I had this whole thing planned out," he whispers, swallowing hard. "But you distracted me with your boobs, and then you tell me you love me, and it all went out of my stupid head."
"Pivot, baby, pivot."
"Pivot, yeah." He blinks. "You fucking unman me, you know that?"
I laugh. "No, I do not unman you. I make you feel things."
He grabs his jeans off the floor and digs in the pockets, coming up with not one but two black velvet boxes. Peeks at one, and then turns it to face me, opening it. "I had a whole speech. I was gonna do this whole thing, like a real proposal."
It's a huge emerald-cut diamond, set in what looks like platinum. Solitaire. At least four carats. My eyes leak hot tears.
"Jesus, Saxon."
"I paid a fortune to have it done this fast, but good thing I've got a fortune to burn." He plucks it from the pillow setting. "May I?"
"Please. And no, you can't propose—I already did. No takebacks or do-overs." I hold out my left hand, and he slides the ring on. It fits perfectly, of course.
"What's in the other box?" I ask.
He shows me: a matching pair of wedding bands, also platinum, plain and unadorned, and perfect. "Gotta make it all the way official."
He slides mine on, and it snugs my diamond into place. I put his on him. "The bands of all three rings are made out of my coin."
I gasp. "What?"
"I had it melted down. They used the palladium to make those rings."
"But…but…"
"You're my future. That's my past. I'm not looking back."
"You just had to one-up me, didn't you, you big butthole?" I laugh, even as I reach up and cup his nape. "We're married."
"For really real," he says. "You're my wife."
"And you're my husband." I reach between us and find him. "Now, husband, I believe it's time you did your marital duties and fucked my brains out."
"What if I want to make sweet, sweet love to you instead?" he asks, eyes stuttering and rolling as I stroke his hot hard cock.
I kneel and gaze lovingly at his magnificent organ, then lick the tip. Grin up at him. "What if you sweetly and lovingly fucked my brains out?"
"Terra, god, I…oh. Oh, fuck."
