Page 14 of Forever with the Mountain Man
I take a deep breath. Time to be brave. "It's everything. You're everything. I'm completely, stupidly in love with you."
His whole face changes, softening in a way that makes my heart race.
"Say it again."
"I love you, Finn O'Sullivan. I love your hands and your smart mouth and the way you grunt when you come. I love how you look at me like you want to devour me. I love—"
He's out of his chair and pulling me into his arms before I can finish, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that makes my toes curl.
"I love you too," he says against my lips. "So fucking much it terrifies me."
"Then stay," I whisper. "Turn down Burlington and stay."
"On one condition."
"What?"
He drops to one knee, and my heart stops.
"I know this is insane. I know we should wait, be sensible, all that bullshit. But I've never been sensible when it comes to you." He pulls out a simple gold band from his jeans pocket. "It's not much—it was my grandmother's. I can get you something bigger, better—"
"It's perfect," I interrupt, tears streaming down my face.
"You haven't let me ask the question."
"Then ask."
"Caroline Hayes, you've completely fucked up my life in the best possible way. You make me want to be better than I am. You make me believe in forever. Will you marry me?"
"Yes." I don't even hesitate. "Yes, absolutely yes."
He slides the ring on my finger, and it fits perfectly, like it was meant to be there.
"When?" I ask as he stands, pulling me against him.
"Tomorrow. Tonight. Right fucking now if we could."
"The courthouse opens at nine on Monday."
"Monday it is."
"People will think we're crazy."
"Let them." He backs me against the counter, his hands already under my shirt. "We know better."
"My mother will have a heart attack."
"She'll recover." He lifts me onto the counter, stepping between my legs. "Right now, I need to fuck my fiancée."
The word sends heat straight to my core. "Say it again."
"My fiancée." He pulls my shirt over my head. "My future wife." His mouth finds my breast. "Mine."
"Yours," I agree, then gasp as he drops to his knees, pushing my legs wider. "Finn, what—"
"Celebrating," he says, then his mouth is on me and I lose the ability to form words.
He eats me out like a man starved, until I'm shaking and begging and coming apart against his mouth. He doesn't stop until I've come twice, my legs trembling, my voice hoarse from crying out.
