Page 101 of Unpredictable
I smiled. “How lucky I am.”
“Yeah?” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “Well, you’re about to get even luckier.” He thrust, prompting me to gasp.
I swiveled my hips, laughing when he rolled us so he was on top. His forearms bracketed my head, his body deliciously warm and heavy when he settled over me. And as we rocked together, whispering words of devotion, I fell even more in love with this man.
Higher and higher, I climbed, spurred on by the emotional connection as much as the physical one. He linked his fingers with mine, clasping them above our heads as he continued to drive into me. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him in even deeper, wanting to be even closer. Goose bumps rose along my skin, and I was overtaken by a powerful wave of pleasure.
I dug in my heels, spurring him on. And his movements became increasingly frantic as we lost control. With our tongues tangled and our bodies wrapped around each other like a pretzel, we surrendered.
* * *
Olivia and I were downstairs,putting the finishing touches on the party decorations for the New Year’s Eve celebration. I fussed with some of the cocktail glasses, wanting to make sure everything looked amazing. Guests would start arriving soon, and I was excited to kick off the party.
Harrison and I had hosted Thanksgiving and Christmas, but we’d spent both with Connor, Olivia, and our parents. This was the first time we’d invited everyone over—family, friends, even Cam.
“That looks great,” Olivia said, standing back, and I had to agree.
We’d really outdone ourselves, and it had been fun to pull everything together with Olivia. It had given us a chance to get to know each other even better. The theme was black and white, and everything looked so crisp and formal, yet still festive.
“Take a picture with me—before everyone arrives?” She pulled her phone from a pocket in her skirt.
I smiled, grateful for the millionth time that she’d been so accepting, so welcoming. She really was the sweetest, and I enjoyed having her as a friend, as family. “I’d love to.”
She held up her phone with the camera pointed toward us. I brushed my hair aside, and we tilted our heads together. We were a study in contrasts—her chestnut hair against my blond. Her green eyes to my blue. And her silk tank was paired with a champagne-colored skirt covered in sequins, whereas I wore a simple black dress.
“There.” She lowered her phone, and we looked through the images.
“Will you send those to me?”
“Of course.” She grinned.
“Hey, Juliana,” Connor said, striding down the stairs. “Harrison asked if you could come upstairs. Something about making sure he picks the right shirt and tie.”
Olivia laughed, as did I. “Sure.”
I headed for the master closet but stopped when I reached the bathroom. Post-it notes covered the mirror in all colors, each one with a message written on it. I started reading, tears pricking my eyes.
On and on, they went, all love letters from Harrison. It was beautiful and dramatic, and so incredibly creative.
I turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, watching me as he often did. I sucked in a jagged breath, in awe of this incredible man. His suit was impeccably tailored, showcasing his broad shoulders. And the black pinstripe material was striking against his green eyes.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“I’ll say.” He grinned, scanning me hungrily. “Baby, you look—” He rubbed a hand over his chin. “Phenomenal.”
“Thank you.” I dipped my head.
He pushed off the doorframe and came to stand before me. “You once asked me if I believed in a higher power.”
I nodded, remembering the conversation all too well. Though I wasn’t sure where he was going with it. Surely… I bit the inside of my cheek.
“Do you remember my answer?”
“That everything happens for a reason,” I said.
“I believe you came into my life for a reason. You showed me just how much I was missing. For all my talk of being a Zen guru, you showed me what it means to truly live. And to be loved.”
He knelt to the floor, and I gasped, my heart galloping.Oh my god, he is proposing.
