Page 35 of His Wood Her Fire
“Okay!Sheesh.Yes, I’ll be your wife!”
“Damn right you will,” he said and lifted me in the air, sealing his lips to mine and spinning me in a wide circle.
If you expected him to put me down and mingle with the crowd, I’m afraid you’d be disappointed.My Mountain Man did no such thing.
In fact, I found out later as he carried me fireman style, over his shoulder and out the gallery door to thunderous applause, plucking a small, familiar blue box out of the hands of a woman who had the same eyes as he did, Bo couldn’t even wait for the ring to propose.
He gave it to me later, though.
Much later.
After he made love to me up against the door of a condo he owned right on Central Park West.
We finally made it to the bedroom with Moose and Frou-Frou, taking over the living room area for the night.I lay there, half-draped over my new fiancé and feeling more content than ever before.
“You know, I almost stopped believing in miracles before I met you,” he whispered, kissing my head.
“Me too,” I replied just as softly, afraid to break the spell.
“You must carry some kind of Christmas magic, Slick.”
“Me?I was going to say you did.”
“Nah.It’s all you, Baby.And you are all mine.I love you,” he said, cupping the back of my neck and squeezing until I tipped my head to look into his big, handsome face.
“I love you too, Bo.You’re the best Christmas present ever.”
“I’m gonna have to disagree with you there, Baby,” he said, smiling widely as he flipped us over and started kissing me with intent.
To think I never thought I’d ever find lasting happiness with anyone.All it took was a Christmas miracle, and a sexy mountain man, to unbreak this city girl’s heart.
“Where are we gonna live?”I blurted as he slid down my body, licking his way down to the apex of my thighs.
“You wanna talk about that now, Slick?”
“It’s kind of important, no?”
He grinned and dropped his head to my pussy, kissing it gently before looking back into my eyes.
Fuck.I was an idiot.Why did I start asking questions when my man had better things to do with his mouth than talk?
“Baby, I don’t care where I live as long as I am with you,” he said and damn, but I believed him.
“Good.I think we should live at the cabin full time and use the condo when we need to make appearances.Will that work for you?”
“Yeah, Slick.Now lay back.It’s time for my midnight snack.”
“Oh, Bo.”I whimpered.
“So slick for me, Baby.That’s it.Be a good girl.Squirt for me.”
His tongue circled my clit while two fingers pushed inside, curling and stroking along the top of my sheath.
Like he was stoking the flames of my internal fire.
“So wet.Come on.Let me see this pretty pussy come for me.”
“Oh God.I never.I don’t think I can—oh my!Bo!”