Page 50 of The Air I Breathe

I let out the breath I've been holding and reach over to the side table, picking up the ring box I put there before this started. I pull the top off the box and put it in front of her line of vision. "I hope you love this."

Her gasp goes through her body so hard that I feel it. "Blake, it's gorgeous."

"I thought about it a lot." I clear my throat, getting emotional as tears shine in her eyes. "About what you'd like to wear on your finger, and what I'd like to see there. I knew it wasn't a diamond. While that's classic, it's not you. I researched, believe it or not."

She laughs; it's choked with sobs, and full of passion. "Tell me what this is, and why you got it for me?"

"It's moss agate." I swallow hard. "It encourages tranquility and emotional balance. I know as a songwriter, and someone who feels the way you do, that balance is hard for you sometimes, and I want to be a help for that instead of a hindrance."

Her smile is as bright as the ring when I slip it on her finger.

"Thank you for loving me, and everything that comes along with it," she says.

"It's not hard, Wills, and if I teach you anything in this relationship, I hope it's that you aren't hard to love. Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done in my life." And those are the most truthful words I have ever spoken.

"I love you, Blake."

"I love you too."

Our eyes meet and the air between us crackles as we gaze at one another. Reaching forward, I wrap my hand around her neck and pulls her lips to mine. There's not much in this world I like more than to taste her kiss. After running my free hand up her thigh, I press it underneath the T-shirt she's wearing. "Can we get this T-shirt off of you, and celebrate Christmas the right way?"

She giggles, slipping the shirt up and over her head, showing me that she isn't wearing anything underneath it. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes," I groan. "It's everything I wanted, and if I have my way we'll be celebrating every single holiday like this from now until the end of our time on earth."

"God, Blake. It’s a good thing not many people know what you're really like—how sweet you are, and how much you care about others. They'd be fighting me for you, and I'm afraid I wouldn’t be America's sweetheart anymore. I'd have to show my claws."

To know she'd do that for me? It means more to me than I’d ever imagined it would. "Please, baby, fight for me. I'll fight for you."

"Always, Blake Whitfield. I'll constantly fight for you. For us."

Willa

My arms are wrapped around Blake's neck as he flips me over onto my back. Spreading my thighs, I make space for him in between them and wait for him to show me exactly what he's about to do. His mouth is attached to my neck, making a meal out of my flesh, and it's everything I've been thinking about since the last time we were able to do this.

I pull away from him, giving him a look, because he's being a bit more serious than normal. "What are you thinking?" I question softly.

"That I'm about to fuck my fiancee, and I can't imagine how hot it's going to be when I can call you wife."

That's hotter than it should be—maybe because I'm a modern woman who appreciates being independent and doing things for herself. However, I'm also the type of woman who can highly appreciate that her man is about to turn her out, and I'm going to enjoy the fuck outta that.

I reach down and encircle my hand around his cock. Although this moment is hot, there's a part of me that wants this to be as sweet as can be. His large hand holds the top of my head as he moves down my body, placing kisses here and there. He shifts my clothes away as well as his with each kiss.

When we're naked, he drags his tongue down my sternum, straight to the middle of my body. Hooking my thighs over his shoulders, he dives in between them, and before I can say anything his tongue is making contact with my clit. "Holy shit, Blake." I blow out a breath. "I didn't expect that."

He looks up. "I know. I like to keep you on your toes—or your knees."

Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I laugh. But it's a laugh mixed with a sigh as he goes back in. "Oh my god..."

I close my eyes when he uses his thumbs to pull the lips of my pussy back, exposing my clit. Pressing up into him, I rock my hips back and forth before digging my fingers in his hair, holding him there.

"Blake..." I whimper. "Sometimes when I see you stick your tongue out on the field, I think about this and the things you do to me."

There's not a sound between us other than grunting, groaning, and passion. I used to worry about what people would think if they knew how I liked sex, and what I wanted a man to do for me, but Blake? He doesn't make me feel any other way than normal. It's important, this part of our lives, and I always want to be honest with him.

At my thigh, his cock is leaving a trail of moisture as he runs his tongue along my slit, preparing me for when he finally enters. Reaching down, I grab hold of his dick and start pumping.

"Willa, I'm strong, but not when you touch me like this."