Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
She kisses me on the lips. When she goes to move back, I cup her face and kiss her deeper, sliding my tongue into her mouth, loving the soft moan she makes, which, of course, shoots straight to my dick.
Down, boy. There’ll be time for that later.
When I release her, she’s breathing a little harder, her face and chest flushed. “Get a room.” She grins, sliding her cute ass onto the stool next to me.
“Got one—with the hottest girl on the island,” I respond.
“Oh yeah?” She picks up her drink and takes a sip from the straw. “Do I know her?”
I love it when we play little games like this.
But I have a feeling that the way I thought this moment was going to happen—the one I’ve been planning out in my head for months—is not at all going to go the way I thought it would.
But from the moment I met Dillon, nothing has gone as I planned. That’s what I love about us. Our life together is constantly full of surprises.
“Probably not. And you probably shouldn’t sit here either. Or kiss me for that matter. She gets real jealous. Like crazy-mad jealous. She’d totally kick your ass.”
She raises a brow, chewing on her straw. “She sounds awesome.”
“She is.” I bring my bottle to my lips and take a drink. “I actually met her on this island. Three years ago today in fact.”
When I look at her, her eyes have softened. “That so? Well, happy anniversary.”
She tilts her glass in my direction, and I tap it with my bottle.
“Yeah … and please don’t tell her this because it’s a surprise.” I lean a little closer, lowering my voice. “But I brought her here to ask her to marry me. I plan on proposing tonight.”
She gasps, and her eyes widen.
She blinks a few times.
Her throat works on a swallow.
And my heart is fucking racing.
I turn in my seat toward her and pull the ring box from my pocket.
Then, I slide off my chair, getting to my feet, and crack open the box. “What do you think of the ring? You think she’ll like it? I had it specially designed with her in mind. Red’s her color.”
The ring is a red trillion cut diamond, surrounded by small diamonds, set in a platinum band. It cost a fucking fortune, but she is beyond worth it.
Dillon swallows and moistens her lips with her tongue, her eyes fixed on the ring in my hand. “I, uh … I think she’ll love it.”
Her eyes lift to mine. I see love and happiness swimming in them, and my heart thumps.
“She’s a lucky girl.”
“I think so.” I grin, and she laughs softly, nudging me with her knee. “But in all honesty, I’m the lucky one. She changed my life. Changed me for the better.”
She sniffles. “I’m betting she thinks the same things about you.”
I stare at her a beat. Staring into those eyes that first captivated me and never let me go. And I never want them to let me go.
“So … do you think there might be a chance that she’ll say yes to marrying me?”
“Oh, I think there’s a one thousand percent chance that she’ll say yes.”
“A thousand percent, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Dillon?”
“What?”
“Will you marry me?”
A smile and then, “Yes. A thousand percent yes.”
I slide the ring on her finger, and then I kiss her.
“I love you,” I say against her lips, my hands cupping her face.
“Love you too.”
I kiss her again, and then I keep kissing her.
Because I plan on spending the rest of my life kissing her.
Dillon and I might have started out as a two-week stand, but we’re forever now.
A real happily ever after.