Page 39 of Hollywood Fairytale

I let Luke lead the way with our fingers intertwined and what I was sure was a big stupid grin on my face, but I didn’t care because Luke was here and nothing else mattered. When we got to the landing, he swept me up into his arms and made me promise that I wouldn’t look until he told me to open my eyes. Nuzzling my face into his chest, I had no problem keeping my eyes closed. I would have kept them closed forever if it meant I could stay in his arms.

The first thing I noticed the moment he stepped off the final stair was the amazing scent of flowers. It filled the whole downstairs area and I knew that it was something Luke had done.

Sitting me down on my feet, Luke kept his hands on my waist as I got my footing. With my eyes still closed, I waited as a few moments of silence passed. Luke hadn’t moved from his spot in front of me, but he also hadn’t told me that I could open my eyes yet. Were we waiting on something?

One hand after the other let go of my waist for him to take my hand, squeeze, and place a kiss on it. “You can open your eyes now.”

Cracking one eye open and then the other, I saw candles lit everywhere my eyes could see. Even outside on the deck. But what I noticed most was that the most gorgeous man in the world, my Luke, was down on one knee in front of me.

Tears instantly sprang to my eyes as I took him in. It was finally here. The moment I’d been waiting for, but never knew when it would happen.

He let out an amused breath, smiling up at me. “I wanted this moment to be perfect. To find the perfect time and setting, but I realized yesterday when we were talking on the phone and I heard how miserable you sounded, along with how much I missed you, and all the opportunities that I’d let pass me by, I didn’t want to wait for the perfect moment any longer. I’m sorry that you’re sick, but I want it now.” His face grew serious. “No, I need it now. I want to marry you as soon as possible and the longer I wait to ask you, the longer I have to wait for you to be my wife.” His eyes glittered up at me, filled with tears of his own. “I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to find ‘the one’, especially in Hollywood, but there you were, shining like a beacon in that restaurant, and I didn’t know what to do with you at first.” Luke let out a chuckle. “I wasn’t sure if you would take a chance on me or want to be subjected to everything that is involved when dating a celebrity, but you were always so strong. The moment we kissed in New York, I knew you were it. You are ‘the one’. My everything. My soulmate. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he pulled out a jewelry box and gazed up at me with all his love for me shining back at me.

Nestled inside the box was an emerald cut, pink diamond ring, with two smaller stones on each side, blinding me even in the candlelight. He kissed the ring and then the back of my hand. “Alexandra Scarlett Sloane, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

The last time I was engaged I never got a proposal. The engagement was a weekend long formality before we were married. From the first time Luke had mentioned marriage, I never imagined what he would say when he asked, and nothing I could ever have thought of would have been anywhere near as perfect as what he said tonight.

Happy tears swept down my cheeks as the biggest smile I’d ever worn prevented me from speaking. I couldn’t stop smiling or looking at his perfect face until his eyes dropped for a moment, breaking our contact.

“Yes! I would be honored to marry you and be your wife.” Falling down onto him, I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders and placed kisses all over his face until I reached his kissable lips. “I love you so much, Luke. I still can’t believe you’re here. This feels like a dream. I’m going to be so mad if I wake up in the morning and you’re in LA, and there’s no ring on my finger all because of some Nyquil induced dream.”

He laughed against my lips, sweeping me into his arms once again and placing us on the couch with him above me. “I love you and I can promise you this is not a dream.”

Cupping his cheeks in my hands, my thumbs swept along his stubble. “This is all so perfect. I don’t care that I’m sick or whatever else you were waiting for. You made it perfect. Thank you.” I nearly sobbed out.

“Anything for you.”

He kissed the juncture of my neck and shoulder as his hands slid up the camisole I wore breaking the kiss only to remove it. Taking his time removing each piece of clothing left me panting with need.

Peering down at me, Luke asked with concern. “Are you up for this? If not, I can take you up to bed.”

“Don’t you dare.” I threatened. My body felt as if it would combust if he stopped. “I want you to make love to me. We need to consummate our engagement.” Holding my hand up, I wiggled my fingers, watching the diamonds flash in the candlelight. It would take a while before this didn’t feel like a dream. Sitting up, I pulled Luke’s shirt off over his head and ran my hands down his chest. His warm skin over tight muscles rippled at my touch.

“I believe we’re supposed to consummate the marriage not the engagement, but I’m not going to argue with you. I’ll happily consummate anything you want.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me causing me to laugh.

“I missed you so damn much. I can’t explain to you how happy I am that I get to fall asleep with you by my side.”

“I think I have some idea,” he murmured as he trailed kisses down my neck.

My hands delved underneath his waistband to meet his smooth, taut ass. Grinding myself against the ridge of his jeans, I wanted his pants off and to have the real thing. I was desperate for him. To feel his skin against mine. For him to stretch and fill me.

“Luke,” I panted in his ear. “I need you inside of me now.” I tugged on his jeans to no avail. “You have too many clothes on.”

He stood, taking his body heat away, but in that moment I didn’t care. I watched as he quickly undid the button on his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. Taking his cock in his hand, he stroked a few times, moaning with each rotation. “Is this what you want?”

“I want all of you.” I writhed as he nudged my opening.

“Ask and ye shall receive.”

Luke pushed in and I thought he was going to slam into me. That our joining was going to be fast and hard after being apart, but instead he took his time filling me inch by inch. One hand found mine and laced our fingers together over my head as the other pulled one leg high up on his back for a deeper angle.

In and out he filled me, never taking his eyes off mine. He didn’t speak, but his eyes said everything.

I love you.

I’m home.

You’re mine and I’m yours.

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