Page 823 of One More Kiss

Gaia

He grinned wickedlybefore climbing on top of me and kissing me again. I could feel him harden against my thigh. He pressed himself into me again, and this time the sensation was only pleasure. He held me close to him, rolled onto his back and suddenly I was on top of him. His strong hands guided my hips up and down the length of his shaft. I set my own rhythm, rising and falling on to him and he began to explore my body with his hands; he cupped my breasts with his hands, gently pinching and caressing my tender nipples. He ran his fingers through my hair, before trailing his fingers down my waist and rubbing my clit with his thumb. My face contorted with pleasure and I began to moan.

“So beautiful,” he groaned before digging his fingers into either side of my hips and slamming me down on his while he experienced his second climax of the evening. I quickly followed, screaming in ecstasy while grinding myself into his hips, catching everything his body had to give me.

I collapsed on to his chest and slid to his side to nestle myself into the crook of his arm as he caressed my naked body with his fingertips, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of my flesh.

“So,” I began panting heavily, even more exhausted than before, which I didn’t think was possible. “I guess I’m not getting the nanny job.”

He smiled and replied, “No, I think not, after the way you behaved in that interview. I’ll have to remember to punish you for speaking to me that way.” He playfully swatted my behind with his hand.

“Please, do.” I smiled and kissed him on the nose.

"Actually, I was thinking of a different position for you. If you're interested…"

“I am.” I purred, sure that he was referring to something with me on all fours, my face buried in a pillow to muffle my screams. To my surprise, he rose from the bed and I watched his chiseled behind and rippled back muscles cross to the door, open it and return with a small silver tray I was sure wasn’t there when we came in, although I was hanging upside down at the time.

“Chocolate chip waffles?” I inquired. I suddenly realized I was also starving.

“Not this time.” He wore his signature dimpled grin that left me weak.

He lifted the lid to reveal a small wooden display, which held the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen. It was a four-carat pear-shaped emerald ring, flanked by two one carat emeralds and set in platinum.

“Is this…” The rest of the sentence got lost in my throat, afraid if I spoke the words it wouldn’t be true.

"It is if you'll have us." The laughter was gone from his face. He was serious. After a long pause, he continued, "You see, the three emeralds represent…"

“You and Liam and Eloise.” I sighed, and their sparkling green eyes, I continued to myself, unable to take my eyes off of the ring.

“You didn’t strike me as a girl who’d want a giant diamond, but if you don’t like it, we could…” How could I not like it? Aside from Trevor being right about me never wanting a diamond engagement ring, this was the single most perfect gift anyone had ever given me; both, the ring and what it symbolized.

"Yes," I whispered. I felt the hot tears stinging my eyes as he slipped the ring on my finger, a perfect fit. "But how…when?" His mischievous grin returned. This was what he was texting about on the way home. He somehow managed to design and commission a one of a kind ring and have it delivered in mere hours.

“I would move mountains for my little goddess.” He said while pulling me back into the crook of his arm, where he covered us in a thick duvet and resumed lightly caressing my skin with his fingertips, “And this is only the beginning.”

“Trevor, we barely know each other.” I whispered and stroked his cheek with the hand now bearing the one of a kind emerald ring.

“Gaia,” He covered my hand with his own and moved it to his lips. “I’m a man who knows how spot a work of art. It’s made me very wealthy. There is no way I’m letting a priceless treasure like you slip through my fingers.”

I smiled and my eyes sparkled with tears.

“I’m in no rush,” he continued. “We can spend all the time you need getting to know each other and when you’re ready, you can make me the luckiest man in the world.”

“What about Liam and Eloise?” I asked.

“I think Liam and Eloise will be very happy with this arrangement.” He chuckled before leaning forward and kissing me.

“I don’t want them to feel like I’m replacing their mother.”

Trevor’s smile dropped at my serious expression and he pulled me into his arms.

“You could never replace Olivia, because you are not Olivia. You are Gaia Wesley, the woman who captured the heart of sad man and his two children who didn’t know what was missing their lives until she strolled through the doors of their townhouse. I promise,” he brought my hand to his lips again, “I will spend the rest of our lives showing you just how special you are.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” he raised his eyebrows in question.

“Yeah.” I nodded and kissed him.

“Good.” Her folded me into his arms and kissed me, before covering us with the duvet. “Now we should get some sleep. In a few hours, Eloise is going come into this room looking for chocolate chip waffles and you’re going to need to be well rested.”

“Does that mean you will actually let me sleep, Trevor Edwards?” I shot him a wicked grin.

“No promises, Gaia Wesley.”

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