Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“I’m never letting you go, sunflower,” he murmurs against my skin.
I grin, leaning my head back on his shoulder. “I don’t want you to,” I tell him. “I don’t want to be anywhere else but right here with you.”
He hums low in his throat, as if he’s thinking. “Even if your father hates me?” he asks, and I shuffle in his grip, spinning around to face him. He’s even more stunning than the view, and I stare at him unashamedly. I can’t believe he’s mine.
I shake my head at him, laughing a little at his question. “If anything, my father hating you only makes me love you more,” I admit, which makes him chuckle.
“How did I get so fucking lucky?” He plants a soft kiss on my lips. I try to chase him, to deepen the connection, but he pulls away, mischief in his eyes.
“What are you doing?” I pout as he steps away.
“Patience, sunflower,” he laughs, making me break my fake pouting to smile at him. “Trust me, you’ll get all the kisses you want in a minute. Anywhere you want.”
I flush hot, my thighs pressing together as the image of his mouth all over my skin forms in my mind.
Yes, please.
“Why not now?” I tease, licking my lips.
“Because there’s something I want to do first,” he counters, and my curiosity returns. What’s he talking about?
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait to find out the answer to that question.
I gasp loudly as Ronan drops to one knee, silhouetted by the setting sun.
“Roxie, my feisty little sunflower,” he says as I step towards him, my hands shaking as I realize this is really happening. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I barely hear him speak. “You changed my life for the better. My world is so much brighter now that you’re in it, and I’d run away with you to every corner of the world if you let me. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. My girl, my sunflower, my love.”
“Ronan,” I sob, overwhelmed with utter joy as I see the shining yellow stone in his hand, gleaming in the golden sun.
“Will you marry me, sunflower?” he asks, and I nod so hard the world spins around me.
“Oh my God, yes,” I cry out, jumping at him as he stands, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant into his shoulder as I clutch him tight.
He laughs, his chest shaking beneath me. “Let me put the ring on then, baby.”
I reluctantly unravel myself from him.
He takes my hand, sliding the ring onto my ring finger. It fits perfectly, a yellow gold band and a teardrop-shaped yellow stone that takes my breath away.
It’s the same color as sunflower petals, beautiful and unique, and so damn gorgeous I can’t tear my eyes away.
“It’s yellow sapphire,” Ronan explains, running his thumb over the sparkling stone. “Diamond didn’t feel special enough. You needed something as bright and unique and beautiful as you are, sunflower.”
“Stop being so sweet or I’ll start sobbing again,” I warn him, burying my face in his chest again.
“No crying unless it’s crying out my name,” Ronan says with a low voice, and I remember his promise before.
“Kiss me, then,” I breathe, smiling so hard that when he does, our teeth knock together. I moan against his mouth, the weight of my new ring on my finger like a physical representation of the love and passion we share.
I lose myself in Ronan as he carries me over to a fancy sofa, spreads me out on the cushions, and makes sure not an inch of my body is left unkissed. I cry out his name to the setting sun, happiness and pleasure flooding me.
Ronan promised I wouldn’t ever marry anyone but him, and I can’t wait to make that a reality.
EPILOGUE
RONAN
One Year Later
Ipause in the doorway, blinking at the sight before me. My wife is fighting with a screwdriver and slats of wood, holding the handle between her teeth as she arranges the half-built crib pieces into their respective places. It’s honestly quite impressive how much she’s managing to organize and hold all at once. That is until a screw slips from her hold and sinks into the newly laid gray carpet.
Roxie drops the screwdriver and glares down at the runaway screw as though it’s committed an unforgivable crime. She sighs loudly and tries to bend down to pick it up, but her nine-month pregnant belly greatly reduces her reach and she groans as she gets stuck halfway, her belly blocking her movement.
“Stupid fucking screw,” she murmurs under her breath, frowning at the thing.
I can’t help the laugh that rumbles in my chest at the situation. She’s so damn cute and just as stubborn as ever.