Page 91 of The Christmas Eve Delivery

I opened the bag, and a two-carat diamond solitaire engagement ring fell into my palm. I held the ring up to her.

“This has been far too long overdue,” I admitted. “Would you?—”

“Yes!”

“You’re supposed to let me finish,” I teased.

“Sorry, finish,” she directed.

“Will you marry me?”

“Can I say yes now?” she asked.

I took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger. It was a perfect fit. With a muffled squeal, she threw her arms around me. I had to brace or I would have fallen over onto the floor. She peppered my face with kisses.

“I thought about waiting until tomorrow morning. I realized, with everybody coming over, I wouldn’t have a moment alone with you to do this properly. I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t propose with a full audience.”

“I don’t mind at all,” she said. “Besides, if you had waited until tomorrow, then I wouldn’t have been able to thank you properly and show you how wonderful I think you are. I thought I would surprise you with… this.”

She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and let it fall away. Under her clothes she wore a sheer red lace thing. It had a bra that did amazing things to her breasts and switched my brain completely off. There was a filmy drape that covered her soft middle, and when she kicked out of her lounge pants, there was a tiny matching pair of panties that really exposed more of her glorious ass than it covered. Then again, that was the point of a garment like this one.

I made a noise in the back of my throat. It didn’t come out as planned, and I sounded more desperate than I had meant to.This woman knew exactly how to remove all logical thought and command from me. And she was going to be my wife.

With a proper growl, I lifted her and placed her on the center of the bed. I pulled my shirt off, ignoring buttons or that I wore layers against the chill. I needed her skin pressed against mine.

“You like?” She giggled.

“Damn, woman, you have outdone yourself. Have I told you today how amazing and beautiful you are?”

“I think so, but I could stand hearing it again.”

“I love you, Lydia. Last year, you gave me a son. This year, I get to unwrap you.”

“I thought you might want to give me a present,” she said as she reached low and cupped my cock.

I may have been a little rough as I pulled the lace of the push up bra aside, exposing her dusky nipple to my view. I closed my eyes and took that beautiful peak into my mouth. Her nipples were a delicate treat. I would not have full access until she stopped breastfeeding, but I could not resist sneaking in a quick taste.

She gasped and clutched my head against her.

With reluctance, I released her nipple and began tasting and kissing the rest of the soft skin of her breasts.

She was panting and making small mewling noises. God, the sounds she made drove me mad. She dragged her nails over the backs of my arms and over my shoulders. She could mark me all she wanted. I was hers, completely.

I slipped my hand between us, finding that sweet spot between her legs. Her fancy lace panties were wet, and in my way. I hooked my fingers into the thin straps over her hip and dragged them down her legs.

In the moments that our bodies were apart I shed my pants. When I returned to her, I skimmed up the length of her. I brushed the flimsy red veil part of her outfit away from her middle so that I could place small love bites and kiss against her skin.

I let out a disappointed groan as I took in her fancy bra covered breasts, but I understood her reasoning so I didn’t force my preference on her.

She reached up and threaded her fingers through my hair. “What are you looking at? I thought you were going to give me a present,” she teased in a low, sexy voice.

She skimmed her leg up mine. Her skin was like the softest silk.

I rolled us so that she perched over my hips.

“Take what you want,” I said.

I ran my hands over her skin and watched as she slid down my length. She closed her eyes. We both sucked in breaths as she took me into her. She braced against my chest and began rocking her hips.

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