Page 102 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
He looks at me a little taken aback. “Of course I’m fucking serious. Look.” He reaches in a pocket I didn’t even know he had and pulls out a small, black velvet box.
When he opens it, I gasp, and fall completely in love with the massive pink square cut diamond that sits on a platinum band and is highlighted by three smaller yellow diamonds on either side of it. It is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I have ever seen.
“Grace? Are you even listening to me?”
My gaze swings from the ring to Sawyer, realizing he’s been talking to me and I haven’t heard a word of it.
Instead of being offended he stares at me amused. “What the hell are you thinking about right now?”
Wipin’ my wet eyes, I choke out: “That my Christmas presents to you suck.”
He stares at me for a second, looking shocked by my answer, before he starts laughing.
Standing up, he grabs my hips and plants a quick hard kiss to my lips. “Your gifts were perfect, baby. But the best one you will give me today is if you tell me ‘yes’ right now.”
His smile fading, he cups my face in his hands. “Tell me you will marry me, Grace. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I know what I want. It seems like I’ve known since the moment I met you.”
“And what is it that you’ve known?” I ask softly.
He pulls me flush against his body, our faces only a mere inch from one another. “I want to wake up smelling your sweet cupcake scent next to me every morning. I want the privilege of being the only one to kiss your sweet lips every day.” To make his point, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I want to feel your sweet body wrapped around me for the rest of my life, whether we’re just watching TV, laying in bed, or when I’m buried deep inside of you. Fuck, Grace, I want you next to me just to hear you fucking breathe, and know that every breath you take it will be as my wife.”
His beautiful words have emotion robbing me of my voice. Dropping my forehead to his chest I hug him tight and hope he understands what I’m tryin’ to express since I can’t speak the words right now.
A moment later he lifts my face to his again. “You once told me that everyone should belong to someone. I’m asking you, Grace, to belong to me for the rest of your life.”
I nod, “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”
He grins with relief, “Christ, woman, it took you long enough to answer.”
I’m about to tell him it’s because I was crying too much, but before I even have a chance to get the words out he slams his mouth down on mine and kisses me with an intensity that takes my breath away. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I immediately become intoxicated by his taste, his scent, and his touch.
Cupping my ass, he hoists me up and pins me against the wall. “Baby, I fucking need you right fucking now.”
“Yes,” I respond breathlessly. Desperately needing to feel him inside of me.
“Wait,” pulling back he grabs my hand, “put this on first.” He slides the beautiful pink diamond ring on my finger.
A smile spreads across my face as I stare at the perfect fit. “You like it, baby?”
I lay my hand against the side of his face. “I love it, Sawyer. It’s so perfect, I’d swear it was made just for me.”
“It was, Cupcake. I created it just for you with your favorite colors,” he says proudly.
“You had it made for me?”
My heart melts, but guilt also starts to niggle its way inside me. It must have cost him a fortune.
“Yeah, baby, I did. I tried to get them to make the diamond into a cupcake; they told me they couldn’t do it. Can you fucking believe that shit? I mean who the fuck can’t make a diamond look like a fucking cupcake?”
I burst out laughing at how ridiculous that sounds, but fall even more in love with him knowing he tried to have someone make a diamond cupcake for me.
Not wanting to talk anymore, I kiss him fervently, wanting to show him how much I love him. I keep my legs around his waist as he walks us through a set of doors that lead into the back.
“Time to christen this place, Cupcake,” he mumbles against my lips before setting me down on the stainless steel island which is in the center of the kitchen.
“Oh gosh, this is so unsanitary,” I reply breathlessly, not really caring as much as I should. I try to take in the kitchen but am too distracted by Sawyer’s hands and lips.
“Fuck sanitary. No one will know.”
I giggle, but it quickly turns into a moan when his hands slide under my shirt to cup my breasts. I grab the bottom of it and shed it quickly, not wanting anything between us.
Sawyer rips down the cups of my bra and latches his mouth on to my tight aching nipple. I throw my head back and whimper, the delicious sensation shooting straight to my clit.
“Fuck, Grace, as much as I want to fuck you all morning, baby we have to make this quick. We’re going to be having company soon.”
I’m about to ask who, but the words die in my throat when he slips his hand inside my panties and glides his fingers through my wet slit.
“Fuck you’re always so wet and ready for me,” his rough whisper in my ear causes a shiver of pleasure to travel through me.
I start rocking my hips against his teasing finger. “God, Sawyer, please,” I plead, desperately needing more.
“What do you want, baby. Tell me.”
“You… Inside of me right now,” I pant breathlessly.
Growling, he removes my pants in record time. I grab the bottom of his shirt and drag it up, needing to feel his skin. My hands run along his hot, hard abs as he pulls it off. I reach for the waistband of his pants, but he’s faster. He slips them down just enough to free himself. Then, grasping my hips, he pulls me to the very edge of the counter and plunges inside of me.
