Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“I know I gave you shit for not being romantic and, believe me, this wasn’t how I planned to do this, but I can’t wait any longer. I love you so fucking much, Callie. And I know this is the opposite of taking it slow … but taking it slow would be a lie. I’m going to love you forever and I don’t see any point in not telling you I want forever to start now.”
“Lewis?” Blood rushed in my ears as I gaped up at him in abject joy.
He reached across the bed and pulled open his bedside drawer. I gasped at the ring box he pulled out. Sitting back on his heels, he popped it open, revealing a simple, elegant platinum engagement ring with a princess-cut diamond. It was perfect. “Callie Ironside … will you marry me?”
Never in all the times I’d imagined Lewis Adair proposing did I burst into full-blown sobs. But that’s exactly what I did.
“Fuck, fuck.” Lewis’s panicked voice cut through the painful cries I couldn’t seem to control. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“Yes!” I sobbed, reaching for him through the blur of tears. “Yes, I’ll m-marry y-y-you.”
Bundling me into his arms, he rubbed a soothing hand down my back and pressed a hard kiss to my temple. “Why are you crying, then?” he whispered hoarsely.
I needed to get a hold of myself for his sake, so I took deep, shuddering breaths. After a minute, I had calmed, even though salty warm tears seemed to fall with a mind of their own down my cheeks. I pulled back to cup Lewis’s face in my hands. “Because for so long I thought this dream was lost. These are tears of relief, Lewis. Of joy. I never wanted to admit, even to myself, how painful those years without you were. Now you’re mine forever.” I pressed a wet kiss to his lips, and he deepened it. When we broke apart, I leaned my forehead against his. “I have a notebook in my room, from high school. It has Mrs. Callie Adair scribbled all over it.” I laughed softly. “I guess I manifested it.”
Lewis laughed quietly and pulled back to raise my left hand. His eyes held mine as he slipped the beautiful ring onto my fourth finger. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” I kissed him again, smiling between kisses now. “Mrs. Callie Adair.”
Lewis stiffened.
“What?”
He quirked an eyebrow and looked down at his crotch. “I think we just found my new kink.”
I cackled with laughter, pressing my palms to his chest to force him onto his back. “Oh, you like the Mrs. thing, do you?”
“Say it again so I can check.”
“I’m going to be Mrs. Callie Adair.”
Heat flashed in his eyes. “Aye, definitely does it for me.”
Without preamble, I straddled him, feeling the evidence of his newfound kink between my legs, and I whipped off my T-shirt and unclipped my bra. Lewis arched into me, caressing my waist and back with possessive tenderness as he focused on the slight swell of my stomach.
“Do you want me naked with nothing but the ring?” I teased.
His gaze flew to my glittering diamond. “I know you’re joking, but I’d actually really love that.”
I slipped off the bed to wriggle out of my jeans to do just that when I suddenly stopped. “I should really call my mum to let her know we’re engaged.”
Lewis raised an eyebrow and practically squawked, “Now?”
I pretended to take a step away from him. “I’ll be five minutes.”
I’d barely turned when I heard him hop off the bed. Then I was swept up into his arms again before finding myself flat on my back.
Lewis pinned my hands to the bed, his thumb stroking over the engagement ring. “Your mum can wait. Your husband-to-be cannot.”
My belly fluttered deliciously. “I think we just found my new kink.”
“Aye?” Lewis grinned, leaning to brush shivery kisses down my neck and chest. “Do you want your husband to make love to you or fuck you, Mrs. Adair?”
Arousal flooded between my thighs. “Both,” I answered breathlessly. “I think it can be both.”
“Your wish, my command,” he promised.
It was both.
It was very much, mind-blowingly, fucking fantastically both.
Thirty-Six
LEWIS
Aknock sounded, and I turned to find my dad standing in my office doorway.
“Heard you got the plans submitted to the council for the Tain project?”
“Aye.” I swung around in my chair to face him. “The clients are in love with the finalized plans, so let’s hope the council doesn’t knock it back.”
“Unlikely,” he assured me. “Not on a plot like that.”
“Even with it being visible from the water?”
“Even then. I’ll be surprised.”
That reassured me since Dad had years of experience submitting plans to the local council. “Do you want to grab some lunch?”
“Aye, I was just coming to ask you that.”
Fifteen minutes later, we’d grabbed a table in a restaurant in the middle of the city. “How’s Callie?” Dad asked.