Page 105 of Faith

“It’s beautiful,” she said. She lifted her gaze to his. “I love it.”

“So, will you wear it? Be my wife?” he asked, sincerity ringing in his tone, but she still needed to know.

“Why do you want to marry me?”

Nicola held her breath. He didn’t lose his temper this time.

“Because I can’t think of another woman I want in my bed or at my mercy more than you. Because these last four years have taught me that I need you in my life to feel complete.” She opened her mouth, but he stopped her with his next sentence. “I love you, Nicola McCann.”

“Oh,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes once again. “I love you, too.”

“Is that a yes?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

He took her hand and slipped the ring on. “A little loose but we can fix that.”

He leaned forward and brushed his mouth against hers. “Thank you.”

“For saying yes?”

“For saving me four years ago and for not walking away a year later when I lost it again. And, for always accepting me for who I am. With your history, I’m amazed you even wanted to get involved with me.”

“It’s different. You always wanted to be better. Oliver didn’t. It’s easy to believe in someone when they tell you they want to recover.”

He raised her hand to his lips. “You will always be the one person in the world I need by my side, in my business, and in my bed.”

“Thank you.”

“I really want to celebrate, but you can’t right now.”

She crooked her finger. “We can at least do a little necking,”

He smiled as he rose off the bed and then slipped beneath the sheets with her.

“One thing Wulf men do know how to do is please the women they love.”

She slipped her one good arm over his shoulder. “I can attest that you are very good at that.”

“Yes, but I think I have to prove myself after my botched proposal.”

“I think it was beautiful.”

Jensen was smiling when he bent his head as her heart filled with joy. She had the only Dom she could ever want all to herself. A woman couldn’t ask for anything more.

epilogue

Nicola studied her reflection. The dress she had chosen for her wedding was deceptively simple. It hugged her slight curves and only showed a hint of her cleavage. Of course, she thought, turning around, the back was dramatic. It was ivory with blue hibiscus flowers on it. The ruffled neckline was similar to the Hawaiian dresses she loved. Everything about it made her feel sexy and beautiful—just like Jensen did.

“My brother is going to lose his cool when he sees that,” Jules said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and deep affection as she stepped up beside Nicola.

She shared a smile with Jules. “Yeah, well, it’s good to remind Jensen that he doesn’t always have to be in control.”

Jules sighed, her smile dimming.

Nicola turned to face her friend. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” The fake smile did not sit well with Nicola.