Page 28 of Tempted By the Mountain Man
She nods, resting her head against my shoulder, and I run my hands up and down her back as she wipes away her tears.
I reach into my pocket, pulling out the ring box and Camden tenses, freezing on my lap as soon as she sees it.
“What?” she says on an exhale and I smile.
“I saw it yesterday when we were in town and I just knew that it was meant to be on your finger.”
I pick her up, setting her on the kitchen table as I drop to one knee in front of her.
“Camden Michaels, I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I knew the second that I saw you that you were meant to be mine. Will you do me the honor of letting me spend the rest of my life trying to make you deliriously happy?”
“Yes, of course,” she says, more tears streaming down her face and I take her hand, sliding the ring onto her finger before I cup her face in my palms.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips and she nods.
“I love you too.”
My hands tangle in her dark hair, holding her to me as our tongues tangle together in a delicious mating dance. Camden’s hand circles my neck and she crushes her lips against mine.
We both moan when our bodies press together, my stiff erection against her soft curves.
“Amos,” she breathes against my lips and I can only groan in response.
“Take me to bed,” she orders, and I grin.
“Whatever you want, love.”
I lift her up into my arms and she giggles as I rush toward the bedroom. The sound is like music to my ears and I can’t decide if I like her moaning or laughing more.I can’t help but laugh as we both crash down onto the mattress together.
I want to tell her that I love her again. I want to hear her say those words a hundred more times, but I don’t have a chance to do any of that before her lips are on mine and her fingers are working on the button of my jeans.
I lose myself in Camden, making love to her over and over again until we both pass out.
THIRTEEN
Camden
Five Years Later…
I hit send onthe email and smile to myself when I hear the ruckus headed up the back porch steps. I had to work this morning, finishing the edits on a client’s book, so Amos took the kids out to play in the water. They must just be getting back.
Sure enough, the back door bangs open and Milo and Ella come running in. They’re both still dripping wet, leaving sandy, wet footprints across the floor, and I just laugh.
“Mama!” they cry in unison, and I grin.
“Hey you two! Did you get into trouble with Daddy?” I ask them as they launch themselves at me.
“We found seashells and played in the waves,” Ella says, holding out her hand so I can see her shells.
Milo shows me his and I look up as Amos comes inside. He drops a towel down onto the ground, using his foot to wipe up the sandy footprints.
“Daddy says we can have pizza for dinner,” Milo says, and I nod.
“Sure, that sounds good. You two need to get cleaned up before we go though.”
They both wiggle out of my arms then, and I laugh as they take off for the bathroom. They just learned how to turn the shower on the other week and they’ve been obsessed with doing it ever since.
“I’ll go help them,” I tell my husband and he hooks his arm around my waist.
