Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“It’s a good choice,” he says. “And I like that you look beyond the price tag.”
Because so many people in his life see his money before they ever, if they ever, see the man. “We should go to that Italian place you love tonight.” He leans over and kisses me. “Or we could order in and eat in bed in between fucking and fucking some more.”
My cheeks heat and do so despite the fact that I’ve done about every naughty thing possible with this man. “I do love our nights in bed.”
He sets his glass on the ledge next to us and then takes mine and does the same. “Then bed it is.” His fingers tangle in my hair, and he drags my mouth to his. “I love you, Mia. You know that, right?”
“I love you, too.”
“I mean I really love you.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling back to look at him, sensing his suddenly darker mood.
“Nothing is wrong. Nothing has been wrong since the day I met you.” His mouth closes down on mine, and his tongue strokes deep, his hand settling between my shoulder blades, molding me close. It’s a passionate kiss, a hungry kiss. A kiss that is all about emotion and not sex. A kiss that screams “I need you” and says so much more than even words.
It ends with me breathless and his thumb strokes away the dampness on my lips. “I have something for you.” He kisses me and then walks to his chair. “Come here.”
His mood is hard to read and I tilt my head to study him. “What are you up to, Grayson Bennett?”
“Come find out.” His green eyes light with challenge. “If you dare.” With those words, the edge I’ve sensed in him seems to soften.
My lips curve and I join him. “I dared,” I say, stepping between him and the chair, my hands settling on his chest. “Now what?”
“Sit and close your eyes.”
“Now you’re making me curious.”
“Good. Sit, baby. You’ll like this, I promise.”
“Of that, I have no doubt,” I assure him because this is him and he gives me no reason to do anything but like and love each day and moment.
I sit.
“Shut your eyes,” he orders.
“Eyes shut,” I say, doing as commanded.
He kneels beside me or I believe he does. My eyes are, of course, shut. “What if I was to blindfold you?”
My eyes open and meet his sea-green stare. “Is that what you’re going to do?”
“Would it be a problem?”
“Of course not. I trust you. Is that what you’re going to do?”
“Not until later.” He sets an envelope in my lap. “Open it.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip and my curiosity is ripe. I unseal the flap and pull out a contract. “You bought the lighthouse from the man who retired it?”
“I did,” he says. “Look at the name on the deed.”
I scan and note the extreme price this place cost, and I know he did this for us, for me. “There’s no name. I don’t understand.”
“I want you to fill in your name.”
I shove at his chest. “No. No, I won’t take this. No.” I stand up and he sets the paperwork on the chair and joins me, his hands shackling my waist and pulling me to him. “I want you to have it.”
“I want to be here with you. I don’t want a present like this. I’m not with you for this.”
“What’s mine is yours, Mia.”
“No. No, that is not true and all I want is you, Grayson. I don’t care about the rest.”
He cups my face. “I left it blank for a reason. I want your name on that deed, but I want it to be my name.”
I blink. “I don’t understand.”
“Marry me, Mia. I need you forever.”
I suck in a breath. “What?”
“I love you. I need you with me forever. Say yes.”
“I—I have to sign a prenup. I don’t want you to ever think-”
He kisses me, a deep slide of tongue before he says, “Is that a yes?”
“Yes. Yes, you know it is. You know I love you. You know I need you, too. Forever.”
His lips, those perfect lips, curve. “Then I have something else for you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a satin pouch. “It was easier to carry this in this than in a box today.” He removes the stunning, incredible, giant ring inside. “If you don’t like it-”
“My God,” I say, eyeing the emerald-cut diamond that sparkles with hints of blue. “It’s gorgeous, but I think I need a security guard to wear it.”
He laughs. “I’ll be your security guard.” He slips it on my finger. “It’s a rare blue diamond. I special ordered it. I wanted you to have something no one else would have.”
I look at it and then him. “Thank you.”
“Thank me by spending the rest of your life with me.”