Perfect Proposal (6 page)

“
What?” she whispered. “What are you thinking?”

No words
could describe what he felt for her. Instead of answering, he
cradled her jaw, and captured her lips with his, tasting the wine
they’d had after dinner. Reveling that she’d said yes, that they’d
be together the rest of their lives, he sank deeper into the kiss.
He flattened his palm over the small of her back and rotated his
hips against her, eliciting a moan that had his cock
jerking.

Did she
realize she’d always dominate him, though she considered him her
Dom? That pleasing her, fulfilling her needs was his motivation for
everything he did?

With a
deep moan, Rosie hooked her arms around his neck and lifted herself
so she could wrap her legs around his hips. The craving to feel her
skin against his took over his reasoning. He skimmed a hand up her
spine and found the tab of her zipper, pulling it down to the small
of her back. To his frustration, the pressure of their bodies kept
the fabric between them. If his cock weren’t still in his pants, he
could take her, standing right here. Bury himself deep in the
beautiful heat of her pussy. Press her against the wall and take
her hard and fast.

No, he
told himself. Tonight was for savoring. To show her how much he
loved her. He’d not been able to give her a perfect proposal, those
plans jettisoned back on Forty-Ninth and Third, but he could give
her the perfect post-proposal evening.

Holding
her tight, he twisted and laid her on the bed. Her arms and legs
still clamped around him, he quickly realized he couldn’t
straighten.

“
I’ve gotta get out of my suit.”

Her arms
loosened from their hold, but when he tried to stand up, she
grasped his suspenders and held him in place. “Let me.”

With the
smile of an angel, she reached up to remove his tie and unbutton
his shirt. His body trembling, demanding he take her right the hell
now, he planted his hands on the mattress on either side of her
body and fought not to move. The touch of her fingers on his chest
then his belly as she freed each button damned near undid
him.

He
closed his eyes as she loosened his fly, and blew a hard breath
when her hand closed around his shaft. “Sweet baby Jesus, you gotta
stop doin’ that right now.”

Despite
her moue of discontent, she released him. Once he straightened, she
knelt on the bed in front of him, her eyes dark with passion. His
balls ached as she skimmed her hands over his chest, pushing his
shirt down his arms, effectively pinning him.

It took
all his reserve to stay still while her teeth scraped across his
nipples, her breath hot on his flesh. His breath rasped and his
heart pounded with each touch, each kiss, as her lips glided over
his skin. Damned if the woman wouldn’t be the death of him if she
kept this up, but what a way to go.

Every
inch of his chest and most of his belly had been caressed and
savored before he couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Enough.”

As Rosie
sat back on her heels, Sam shrugged out of his shirt and let it
drop to the floor. Moments later, he’d toed off his shoes and
kicked off his pants.

“
I can’t decide if you’re sexier in your suit or out of it,”
Rosie observed a mite too casually, her bottom lip caught between
her teeth and a look of devilment dancing in her eyes. Her dress
had slipped from her shoulders, revealing a black demi bra, her
breasts luscious and full, her nipple tempting him behind its lacy
cover.

He
trailed one finger along her shoulder, over the curve of her breast
to slip the tip beneath the lace. One simple tug freed her,
eliciting a shiver and the already-hard nipple beaded tighter,
though he doubted it was from cold.

Seconds
later, he’d freed both breasts. He had to pause as his heart filled
his chest, and his balls ached. “Wait here.” He started to move
away and then stopped. “Take off your dress, but leave your bra the
way it is.”

While
Rosie slipped off her dress, Sam found the matches the concierge
had placed on the mantel and went ‘round the room, touching the
flame to the candles they’d set up for the evening. He switched off
the light and turned to face her, nearly swallowing his tongue at
the sight.

The
image of her kneeling, surrounded by rose petals scattered over the
cream-colored silk of the comforter, of the black lace lifting her
breasts like an offering to the gods, her dark eyes large and
filled with promise, her lips slightly parted, plump from their
kisses, burned into his memory as one of those single moments of
perfection. Her hands rested loosely on her knees as she patiently
waited, the ring on her left hand glinting, a physical declaration
that she’d accepted him, wanted him. Loved him.

He
cleared his throat against the lump that had formed. Not trusting
his voice, he crossed the room and silently plucked the pins
holding her hair in its rigid bun until the silken curls draped
over his hand.

Rosie
stroked the length of his arm, her touch a brand that caught his
breath with each pass. “I love you, Sam.”

Still
unable to speak, he mouthed the words back to her and caught her
hand and lifted it to kiss the soft skin on the inside of her
wrist. He leaned over, gently pressing her back against the sheets,
then paused to appreciate the picture she presented. She was so
frickin’ perfect lying there looking up at him, her lips curved
into a smile, her legs parted by his legs, her cleft open and
glistening, enticing and ready.

Though
he’d tried to tell her before, he doubted she realized the effect
she had on him. That all his doubts about himself, of his past and
his future, had disappeared the moment she’d walked into his life.
Now she’d be with him forever, his strength, his lover. His
life.

She
cupped the back of his head and touched her mouth to his. He sank
into the kiss, trying to keep it easy and light or else he’d lose
control, but she tasted like wine and sin and every fantasy he
could ever imagine.

He’d
braced his arms on either side of her head, careful not to crush
her tiny figure, but he had to touch her or he’d surely go crazy.
Shifting his weight, he freed one hand and cupped her
breast.

“
Sam, please.” Rosie tightened her grip on his scalp, her
fingernails adding a bite that drove him higher and
harder.

Her
breathy gasp filled his mouth, her body arched and rotated, the
hard bud of her nipple grazing his palm in a maddening motion. So
fucking perfect.

No
reason to rush, he told himself as he banked the inferno
threatening to incinerate him. He could spend all night kissing her
if he wanted; after all, they’d have a lifetime
together.

I
f Sam didn’t get a move on, Rosie
was going to flip him over and take charge. Yet there was something
in his expression that slowed her frustration. He’d always been
gentle, afraid to crush her, but tonight there was something
different. Primal.

She’d
had lovers that satisfied her before, but Sam…he touched parts of
her no one else suspected existed, bared her secrets and accepted
her without question. He understood her need to give someone else
the power over her in the bedroom, where anywhere else she was a
control freak, same as him.

She
broke off the kiss and, cupping his head, lifted him so she could
see his face. “I won’t break.”

“
I know.” He whispered the words as if he were afraid to speak.
As if he couldn’t. His eyes drifted closed and he laid his head in
the curve of her shoulder, his breath hot on her skin. “I love you,
Rosie. I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

“
It is perfect.” He’d thought of everything. From the roses
filling their suite with their heavenly scent, to the champagne in
its silver bucket at the side of the bed, the rose petals, even the
music softly playing every single love song he’d been able to
find.

He
nuzzled the tender spot beneath her ear while his hands roamed over
her body. Finally he moved, his mouth following the path of his
hands, as if greedy to establish his new status as fiancé. Future
husband.

Husband.
Wow. Not that he’d get all caveman on her and expect her to stop
working or anything. They’d pretty much been living together as man
and wife for almost two years now. But that word…husband. Yeah, it
sounded right.

She
skimmed her palm over the broad expanse of his back, his skin
softly glowing in the flickering candlelight. Though others would
mock her if she said it aloud, here in the privacy of their
bedroom, all she could think was “hers.”

The
thought faded and her lids flickered closed when he laved one
nipple with his tongue. He worshipped her breasts, teasing and
tugging, until she quivered beneath him, aching to be filled, to be
taken hard and fast.

He
continued his path down her body, pressing kisses to her ribs,
lingering over her belly button until he finally pushed her thighs
wider. She couldn’t stop her cry of pleasure when he canted her
hips and put his mouth to her folds.

“
God, I love how you taste.” His voice was deeper than normal,
filled with emotion. “It’s like licking heaven and sin all at the
same time.”

Her eyes
fluttered closed as he buried his face between her thighs once
more, his beard rasping on the tender skin. His fingers dipped into
her channel, while his tongue returned to tease her swollen
clit.

He
murmured again, nothing she could understand, but his words
vibrated into her flesh until she couldn’t think, couldn’t see. Her
legs started shaking in an attempt to ward off her impending
orgasm, even as her hands grabbed for his head, his shoulders, any
part she could reach to drag him on top of her. “Inside me, please,
Sam.”

“
Not yet.” He lifted his head, his cheeks glistening with her
juices. “Come for me, Rosie. Let me watch you.”

He
dipped his fingers deep into her sheath and touched that secret
place until she shuddered around him, her entire body tightening in
her release. Still he continued, driving her until nothing else
existed, not the room, nor the world outside. The candlelight
faded, the music muted along with the scent of the roses, until the
only thing that existed was the pleasure Sam gave her.

When she
finally came down, he slowed his movements. She whimpered at the
loss of contact when he withdrew his fingers.

He
stroked her thighs with his thumbs, towering over her, his eyes
dark with lust. “God, you’re so beautiful when you
come.”

As she
panted in an attempt to get her breath and slow her pulse, he
crawled back up her body, still holding himself off her with his
elbows, stopping only when the head of his cock nudged her swollen
folds.

His lips
captured hers, his tongue parting them, her own taste filling her
senses. She arched up to kiss him, but her movement changed the
angle and the head of his cock breached her opening. She started to
pull back, then stopped.

Thanks
to her inability to tolerate the pill, they’d used condoms the
whole time they’d been together. After watching him with
Raphael…she filled her lungs and let it out slowly, aware of the
commitment she was about to make. To ask him to make.

“
Rosie,” he warned around the kiss when she pushed his bare
cock into her tight passage another inch. “We need a…” He dragged
in a breath as he tried to think of the word. God, why was it so
hard to think? She was driving him crazy. “Condom. We need a
condom.”

Her
tongue darted out and licked the edges of her lips. A look of
uncertainty entered her eyes. “I’ve been thinking. Maybe we could
not use them tonight? Or…maybe for the next little
while?”

He
schooled his features to a blank expression while he considered the
ramifications of her suggestion. While they’d both been tested and
neither had been with another partner in the time they’d been
together, they’d had to continue to use condoms as their main form
of birth control. Not using one, even once, meant… “You want to get
pregnant?”

She
nodded. “Yeah, I think I do.”

Marriage
and a baby at the same time? Whoa, this train was moving faster
than a jackrabbit being chased by a hound dog. He thought back to
playing with her nephew earlier and figured that’s where this
suggestion was coming from for her too.