She doesn’t wait for me to answer. Not my seductive woman, she unties the knot at her waist, fingers slowly unbuttoning her shirt while my eyes follow her every move.
Sweet Mother of God.
It takes everything in me not to get up and touch those lush curves. The urge to do so has me burying my hands in the sand.
“Is that right?” If I get her naked in that water and see the moonlight shining down on her body, I’ll be placing this ring on her finger while I’m buried balls deep.
That is not how I want to propose.
“Yes.” She lifts her brows in a challenge, and I gulp when the shirt drops to the sand. Nipples hard as diamonds show through a white lacy bra. Rivulets of water drip from her hair, down her chest, stomach, and legs. If I thought she was a goddess last night, she’s an angel with a dirty mind drenched in white tonight.
Fuck.
A few months ago, her standing in front of me with confidence when she didn’t think she was enough would have shocked the hell out of me. Now, nothing she does or says surprises me.
Sureness. She’s basking in it. And that is a turn-on like no other.
I can smell her hunger for me from here. I inhale deep, as I let it fill my senses, seep into my blood. I want to both give Ellie what she wants and hold back right now.
Reaching down, she pops open the button on her white shorts, and slowly, inch by inch, she peels them down her legs, and then she bends forward, that hair blocking my view of what I’m salivating to see.
By the time she works them to her ankles, steps out of them, and lifts her head, my restraint is gone.
“My God, Ellie.”
She stands in front of me naked. Sinful. Radiant in the soft light from the moon.
I don’t know whether to bow at her feet or weep.
Appreciate and admire. I do just that, but I don’t do it by roaming my gaze over her body. I do it by latching onto her eyes.
Wide, trusting eyes stare back at me.
Impaling my soul.
She owns it.
I press onto my knees, kneeling in front of her, wrap my hands around her ankles, making sure my pinky doesn’t touch, and I run my hands up her wet legs until I reach the curve of her ass.
Palming it, I look up into the deep sea of her blue eyes. Christ, how I desperately want to strip out of my shorts, capture her by the waist, bring her onto my lap and thrust into her while I bury my face in her hair. Twice last night I was buried inside her snug pussy, and once in the shower this morning and I still want more.
But I’m doing this right even if she’s naked and wanting and waiting.
“I love you, Logan. Everything about you. When I walked into the room and realized those boxes contained things that belonged to my parents, the word everything came to my mind. That word connects to you. You are everything to me. All I want is you.”
I pause, the air in my lungs punching as it looks for a way to get out. Every time I hear her say she loves me, it untwists me in a way I can’t explain if my life depended on it. Her saying I’m everything makes those words mean so much more.
Briefly contemplating how I want to do what I’ve thought about doing for days, I decide easy enough this is who I am. Who we are. A woman with a tragic past that frightened her away from sex and a man who had sex with strangers because he was forced and threatened by a woman who lost herself a long time ago. That forcedness led to greed, but somewhere through it all, Ellie and I remained joined. Unknowingly to her.
Ellie deserves a better proposal than what’s rolling through my mind right now, but she wouldn’t want it done any other way.
Pulling away so I can watch her unravel, I stand and shuck out of my shorts; my hands go right back to touching her, this time I tag her by the waist and pull her onto my lap. Those silky smooth legs of hers wrap around my waist. Her warm pussy grinding against my cock.
I inch my way around the curve of her hip, her trembling thigh and I revel. Fuck, do I ever bask in the way she looks at me just like the words that are stuck in my throat. She’s gazing at me as if I’m every damn thing to her.
I love the way she moans, her body heating right up in an instant, liquefying as quickly as butter does in a matter of seconds when I skim my fingers toward her center.
“You are everything to me too, and I want you in all the ways a man wants a woman, Ellie. Right now though, all I want.” I drop my head, running my nose up the side of hers as I inch closer and closer to warm heat between her thighs. “Is you dripping on my fingers, your chest heaving, my mouth over the top of yours to swallow those sexy as hell noises you make as you come.” I thrust up just a little, and when my fingers reach her pussy, I tease as I run two fingers down her slit slowly.
A sigh along with my name comes out of her mouth, and she grabs hard at my waist to steady herself.
I tease her mercilessly, her wetness drawing that itch out of me to plunge them deep inside of her, but I wait, that old need inside of me winning out to hear her beg.
“Touch me, please,” she pants as I drag my smiling lips across the silky flesh of her shoulder, and sink my teeth into her collarbone as I apply pressure to her clit.
“Oh, I’m going to do more than touch you. I’m going to tumble you over the edge, and you’re going to give me the orgasm your body is screaming you want. Spread those legs a little wider for me, baby. Let me give you what you need.”
Her hands go to my biceps, cinching down as she spreads enough for me to drive my fingers in and out of her sweet body, fucking her slow and hungrily. Enticing moans out of her that I seize with my mouth. I fuck her with my fingers, wishing it were my dick inside of her instead.
I’m fucking wrecked over her. Utterly wrecked.
I can’t wait to make her my wife.
Chapter Seventeen
Ellie
Pleasure winds up fast. All thoughts of the fun we had today are long gone as Logan brings me down and has me straddle him on the blanket we brought from the house after we stood at the water’s edge and watched the sunset.
With all that has happened, I’d lost track of the days. I didn’t realize it was Sunday until I went looking for flowers for my parents’ graves and the first flower shop I went to had a ‘Closed on Sunday’ sign hanging in the window.
Sunday nights the pier shoots off a spectacular firework display. So we decided to sit here and wait them out.
I’m glad we did.
A whimper escapes my mouth when I look down to where we’re still connected. Logan’s big hand is cupping my mound, two fingers inside me, thumb circling in languid circles over my clit. Eagerness shouts in my veins as I grind down and move my hips in a silent plea for him to stop teasing and give me what I need.
Need.
It’s true. I needed Logan. He’d become a part of me I couldn’t imagine living without, filling my heart when it was empty for so, so long.
Desire, respect, and love, it all fuses into this enraptured moment in time for us. There’s something different about the way he’s touching me though. He’s still dominating my body, controlling it and giving me the roughness I love, but at the same time, he’s gentle too. I can’t explain it; I only know I love it as much as I love all the sides of this man.
“I fucking love your body, Ellie. The way it reacts when I’m near, the way your heart picks up speed, causing the pulse in your neck to become visible. There’s no denying you want me, no fake bone in your body. That’s only a portion of the many reasons why I love you.”
I part my lips to say something, but when his free hand palms a butt cheek and his fingers trace over the still tender scars, I internally gasp. They’ll be there for life. Another reminder of what I went through. A horrible, unreturnable gift left by the devil’s spawn. It’s with what I endured that I met Logan, and even though I will never have to go through hell again, it led me to him.
“Love this ass, going to want it again soon.”
He groans. I become impossibly drenched.
“I love the feel of your skin, the taste of it, the smell of your desire for me. You make me want you like I can’t breathe without you, Ellie. You’ve changed me in all the best ways. I love you so much that it doesn’t seem real. Yet you are. So real, so beautiful. So mine. Fuck, woman, you drive me mad.”
This intimidating rough-around-the-edges man so full of soft on the inside has my heart galloping at his words.
Mixing sweetness with dirty.
My hands go right to his striking face, and I hold them there. This man and me in our bubble, our world. Our corner.
Before I can respond, Logan takes hold of my wrists, places my hands on his chest, and his lips claim mine. Our kiss is sensual. A slow erotic dance. Unmatched to the way his fingers are thrusting inside of me, wiggling and pumping quickly.
I moan into his mouth, my entire body on fire as my orgasm builds. His heart that has taken on so much thumping wildly under my hands.
I look into his eyes, expecting them to be staring back at me with heat; instead, there’s adoration, a tender sweetness like I’ve never seen before.
If I weren’t sitting, I’d buckle at my knees.
“Logan, I’m coming.” I don’t let go of his eyes when all at once; I’m all of a sudden overcome with a sensation that shifts my world when he tugs hard on my clit.
“Beautiful.” The desire in his voice sends another wave of it to roll right through my body.
Without saying anything, he pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean.
My thighs clench from the sight.
“Logan, please,” I beg, squirming, my body needing more relief.
Both palms grip my waist and lift me enough for him to capture one nipple in his mouth. He sucks and bites, and while one hand remains at my hip, the other slides up and down my spine causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin.
“I love the way you put others before yourself, the way your kindness is like a blinking neon light. A person can’t help but be drawn toward you. I have something to tell you, don’t say anything, please. I want you to listen to every word. Let it sink into your bones the way you’ve sunk into mine.”
All I can do is moan as he goes back to lavishing my breasts.
Logan’s words might be filling up my heart, pulling at my heartstrings, and even though I love it, he needs to say whatever is on his mind while inside of me because this foreplay is driving me out of my mind.
“You’ll get what you want, just give me this. I want to worship you first.”
I inhale a shaky breath when he peppers the softest of kisses up my neck, across my chin, my cheek, my nose, and presses his forehead against mine. The look in his eyes reaches to the center of my soul. A promise to love me, a silent whisper to savor and love and adore.
“I never thought you’d be mine. What drew us together wasn’t my fault. I know that now. Known it for some time, but you, Ellie Wynn, forgave me because through all the years you were meant to be mine. I’m a lucky man, and there won’t be a day that goes by I won’t forget to remind you how irrevocably, irreversibly in love with you I am.”
A tremor rolls through him, his nose running the length of mine, his hot breath, his loving words filling me to the brim.
Overflowing.
His lips seal to mine again. Logan isn’t gentle this time. Although I love it when he is, I love it this way so much more. I love that not once while we were healing, did he treat me as fragile. He let me go about healing and forgetting in my own way, and that was by taking care of him.
He begins to fuck my mouth with rapid thrusts of his tongue, the same way I need him to with his cock. Wild and frenzied. Out of control to give as good as he takes.
I place my hands in his hair, tug the short strands to pull him as close to me as he can get. I run my tongue across his bottom lip and nip. I moan when he thrusts his hips, circling in a crazy slow-motion way I threw my head back and enjoy the feel of his rubbing against my sensitive bud.
He releases his hold on my hair, runs his hands down my sides, grabs hold of my ass, and rocks me into him. I gasp. Tingles spread far and wide. Undeniable pleasure leaves my body and escapes in a begging whimper from my mouth.
There’s no denying the strange way fate brought us together. Everything happens for a reason. The good, the bad, and the ugly have turned into the most beautiful thing I could have ever asked for.
To be loved.
“As much as I want you in the water, the waves aren’t as calm as I want them. You, on the other hand, are exactly how I want you. There’s one thing missing.”
“What’s that?” I’m burning up for this man like never before. I’m about to tell him the one thing missing is him inside me when he takes hold of my left hand, brings it to his lips, and holds it there.
“The woman attached to these hands came along and reached right in and took hold of a heart that was barely beating. She taught me lessons about patience, love, and understanding. She taught me how to live, how to love, and how to laugh. You are a rare gem, Ellie. I knew that from the beginning. I want to honor, protect, cherish you. When the timing is right, I want you to be the mother of my children, as many as you want. I want to give myself to you and only you. I want to grow old with you and love you.”
Oh, God, what is he saying?
I know exactly what he’s doing, but I won’t ruin it by speaking. Not when I’ve waited a lifetime for this. For him.
It’s then that I see what’s on his pinky. The light from the moon is hitting it just right that it sparkles.
I gasp, it’s strangled and choked and sputtering and full of an outpour of emotions I don’t know what to say. He has another piece of my parents.
Logan kisses across my knuckles, something he hasn’t done in a while.
He swallows hard, his gaze lighting with sincerity when he fixates his eyes on me.
My insides are shaking in the best possible way.
Swaying.
“This was in the box with your mother’s wedding dress. Marry me, Ellie. I both want and need you to be my wife. You won’t regret it.”
Lifting my shaky hand, I hold it out for him to slip my mother’s engagement ring on my finger. An overwhelming awareness I’ll never be able to explain gushes through me.
It’s a pink heart-shaped diamond, and it fits perfectly. It’s simple; it’s elegant, it’s mine and so is Logan.
My mom told me pink diamonds were rare one day when I asked why hers was pink. My dad followed up with his reason as to why he picked that color.
“Your mother is a rarity, Ellie. The same as you. Rare means few and far between. It means uncommon. Not like others or other things. It means whoever gets to hold the rare thing in their arms is the luckiest person alive.”
It means loving someone for who they are and not what they can give you.
This ring, this love, this house, this man is all that I want.
For a moment, we become lost in one another. I can’t help but smile at the thought of being lost with him forever.
“Yes, I’ll marry you. You are everything to me, Logan Mitchell. Everything.” Butterflies take flight in my stomach. They go eutrophic with getting another piece of my parents along with the man who has filled my life up with surprise after surprise.
At the same time they take off, the fireworks start behind us. I can see the colors in Logan’s eyes.
I choke back the thick clogging of emotion that my father wasn’t going to walk me down the aisle. I wish with everything in me he could, but I can’t turn back time. I can only move forward with thankfulness that swells my heart to the fullest.
Logan briefly closes his eyes, and when he opens them, a spark flickers. Heat sets and I know he’s about to end this night giving me what my body needs.
Him.
“You still want this future, Mrs. Logan Mitchell?” He thrusts his cock upward.
A shiver licks my spine, my core clenching, throbbing. Trying to soothe the ache that had been
there all day.
I don’t answer. I can’t. Not with the energy charging in the air.
Crackling with intensity.
The calm after the storm.
I’m a shaky quiver of want and need and love when I slide my hand down Logan’s stomach, my [ ? ] disappearing along with my hand as I wrap it around his length and guide him to the entrance of my waiting body.
“I could fuck you for hours. Stare at your gorgeous face for the rest of my life, and none of it would be enough. I love you so goddamn much it makes my chest burn. Ride me, let me stare at the beauty of your face while you do.”
Our eyes meet — lips part. Souls are linking and locking.
Intense.
“You are everything to me, Logan. I can’t wait to share life with you.” Never looking away from his gaze, I line him up, slowly sink down, and feel the familiar tingle of being stretched wide, yearning coursing through my veins. My core spasms, my soul bursts into flames, and I do as he wishes. I ride him; I watch him as he leans back far enough to watch us connect. His heated eyes blaze brightly.
Those fireworks going off behind me as well as inside my body.
There’s no more fear, no more worry.
No one or nothing will come between us again.
Chapter Eighteen
Logan
My gaze trails out the window to the sound of excitement coming from the little girl who will always hold a part of my heart. The first female to wrap me around her fingers. Doubt the distance between us will change that. Our miracle girl who changed a lot of people’s lives the day she was born.
My breath catches in my throat when Lexi starts crying and within minutes Ellie has her calm and eager words are shooting out of my niece’s mouth at a rapid speed.
Lane went inside my house while I’d come into the pool house to give Ellie time to tell Lexi we were moving.
It won’t matter how many times I see her with Lexi. Using words a child would understand, looking Lexi in the eye, holding her close, making her feel like she’s the most important person in the world, it was always going to make me thankful for Ellie. Because out of any Mitchell, Lexi deserved a woman who cared. One who would never walk out of her life no matter what.
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