Page 111 of Wedlocked
He held up his hand, and I surrendered mine. My stomach fluttered when he stared at my hand for long moments and then lifted it to press a kiss against the bare ring finger.
Positioning the ring at the tip of my finger, he said, “Tell me yes again. Tell me yes for forever.”
“Yes.”
He slipped the platinum ring over my knuckle where it fit like it was made just for me.
It sparkled under the overhead fairy lights, and I turned my hand to watch it glitter. It took up my entire finger and was a giant flashing sign that I was taken. Probably exactly what he planned. I couldn’t bring myself to scold him about it, though. It was just so perfect.
“It’s so beautiful, Jason. I really love it so much,” I said, fingering it with my other hand.
“You’ll wear it, then?”
“I won’t ever take it off.”
“Good girl,” he said, leaning in.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and met the kiss with enthusiasm, trying to tell him everything my heart was screaming without saying a word.
My hands pushed into his hair, ruffling the dark strands. When the ring got tangled, I smiled against his eager lips, giggling.
“You trying to yank my hair out? You want me to be bald at our wedding?”
“That’s what you get for buying me such a huge rock,” I said, my lips flirting with his as I spoke.
He growled and rolled, pressing me on the bench and covering me with his large frame. I opened my arms and legs, welcoming him completely as our tongues twisted languidly and the temperature in this little room got a lot more humid.
When he finally pulled back, I had whisker burn on my cheeks, his hair was a wreck, and my lips felt bruised. He moved back to grab the champagne, and the tent in his jeans made me laugh.
“How about you let your fiancée take care of that?” I said, crooking a finger at him.
“Oh, I plan to,” he replied, voice gravelly. “But first, champagne.”
He grabbed the bottle and made short work of popping the top. Some of the bubbly fizzed over and ran over his fingers to drip on the rug.
I stood up as he reached for two glasses, and I caught his hand and brought it over to lick his wet knuckles.
“Your taste in champagne is almost as good as your taste in diamonds.”
He set aside the bottle to lift me off my feet. “Yeah? Well, my taste in women beats them both.”
“I love you, Jay.”
“I love you too, little siren. I don’t care where life takes us as long as we’re together.”
Our lips met again, and his hands found their way beneath my sweater, fingers coasting up my back to fumble with the clasp on my bra. The second it was unhooked, he groaned and dipped beneath it to cup my breast.
I arched into the touch, panting lightly and kissing down his neck.
I cried out when he pinched my already sensitive nipple, and he gave it another squeeze. I swayed on my feet when he sat me down, and he steadied me with one hand while undoing his jeans with the other. I reached for my sweater and tugged it and my loose bra over my head, tossing it aside.
His jeans landed with my shirt, and then his sweater joined. I pulled my jeans down and kicked them off. It was warmer than before, but standing there naked was a lot different than fully clothed.
My aroused body tightened, and cold nipped at my skin, somehow making me more needy. Jason’s dick was flushed and hard, standing off his body with impatience. His nipples were hard, but it was the sleeve of ink covering his arm that always drew my attention first.
“Such an ink slut,” he mused as I trailed over the black designs.
I stepped forward and kissed his bicep, dragging my tongue along the art and then pressing a kiss to the siren on his shoulder. His hips shifted, throbbing cock nudging my hip.