Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
If my cock hadn’t already been hard, it would have gone rock-solid the moment I felt how hot her pussy was. I lowered my face to her neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell fucking good, Charlotte, so good I could eat you.” And by eat, I meant lick that sweet pussy of hers until she came all over my mouth. I ran the tip of my nose up the side of her throat. “Fuck, yeah, you smell good.”
She made this sweet little moan for me and moved closer to the edge of the counter, her pussy rubbing against my denim-clad dick.
She braced her hands on my biceps and leaned forward. “Kiss me, Mateo.”
“Fuck,” I groaned and ran my tongue over my bottom lip. I wanted her right now, but I knew if I didn’t do what I wanted to in this moment, it would get pushed aside. After… after, I could fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight.
I reached out and cupped her cheek, and the longer I stared into her eyes, the more I watched the arousal start to dim as confusion and seriousness took its place.
“Everything okay?”
“Everything’s good, or it will be. I hope.” I hadn’t meant to say any of that out loud, and when I saw her knit her brows, worry covering her pretty face, I didn’t want to make her wait any longer. I reached behind me and grabbed the small wooden box out of my back pocket. The wedding ring had come in this little velvet box, but I’d wanted to make it personal, so I’d carved a ring box for it specifically.
And without waiting any longer, I helped her off the counter and immediately dropped to one knee. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with a hand. I heard her say my name in question behind her palm.
I lifted the small wooden box and popped the top, seeing her eyes widen even further. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Charlotte, from the very moment I saw you, I knew you’d be mine. It was only a matter of time.” I swallowed as nerves tried to take over. Those fuckers could take a seat in the back. “And you know how determined I am when it’s something I want.” She dropped her hand to her side and chuckled, tears in her eyes. “I love you so damn much it hurts.” I was a big, strong man, and the fact that my hand was starting to shake slightly pissed me off. But then again, Charlotte was the only person on this planet who could make me lose my cool.
And I loved her even more for it.
I pulled the ring out of the box. “I’m stubborn and possessive of you, jealous and growl at little assholes who come near you.” She laughed again and wiped a tear away. “But it’s all because I love you so damn much.” I stood and wiped a stray tear off her cheek. “I love everything about you, Charlotte. And I love that you make me want to be a better… everything.”
She smiled, her happiness clear and making me feel pretty fucking incredible.
I slipped the ring on her finger, one that was custom and one of a kind. Just like her. “Charlotte, baby, I love you, and I know you love me.” My heart was fucking racing. “Will you marry me?” I held my breath, waiting for her to answer.
She didn’t say anything for long seconds, just stared down at the ring, and fuck, did that make me a nervous fucking wreck. But when she started to cry, I knew they were happy tears. I knew she cried because she loved me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me, kissing me until I stumbled back and felt nothing but sheer damn happiness.
“So, that’s a yes?” I said between laughs as she continued to kiss me.
She grinned and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Mateo.”
Euphoria filled me at hearing her say those words. I pulled her in even closer, tighter, and buried my face in the crook of her neck. God, she made me so damn happy.
When I pulled back, I couldn’t help but kiss her over and over again.
“I love you,” I murmured against her mouth and felt her smile.
“I love you too.” She pulled back and sniffled. “It’s a good thing you love me.”
“Oh yeah?” I prompted and grinned.
“Yeah, because you’re stuck with me.”
I made a low, possessive sound in my throat. “Just the fucking way I like it.”
Epilogue Two
Charlotte
Two years later
Even after all these years, the way Mateo looked at me gave me butterflies. This fire blazed in his blue eyes whenever he was close, and I felt like there was no other woman in the world that he would love.