Hearts of Glass (The Glass Trilogy Book 3) by Arianne Richmonde Page A

onto the fourth finger on my left hand.
    He had planned this! My faith in Daniel instantly renewed, my heart beat a million miles an hour. “How did you know the size of my finger? When did you have time to buy this?”
    “I bought the ring that very morning. Before the accident. Before your brother Will sent me flying. I’ve been waiting for the right moment. I know I should have asked you days ago, but I was worried you might say no, and I’ve been so blissful with you all week, I didn’t want to cut my happiness short.”
    I looked at my hand, but tears were blurring my vision. As if I would have said no, the silly man ! Didn’t he get it? Didn’t he know by now, with every single cell in his body, how deliriously in love I was with him? This was my dream, my fantasy—well, not with Daniel’s huge great erection in the marriage proposal mix—that I hadn’t envisioned—but this was everything I wanted. To be Daniel Glass’s wife and for the whole world to know. He’d bought the ring before his accident! He had wanted to marry me all along !
    He said, “Not the most conventional place to find your engagement ring, but I wanted to surprise you, and I got the feeling you were running out of patience. I’m going to get down on my knees now, to prove to you I mean it. Down on my knees, and down on you.”
    I laughed at his joke as he got off the bed and pushed my legs apart, pulling them down so my butt was on the edge of the mattress, my knees dangling over. He shoved his head into the apex of my thighs.
    He wasn’t kidding. Talk about taking me by surprise. This sex-craving maniac was a true romantic, after all. He’d had me fooled, though.
    “You want it, Janie, don’t deny it . . . your pussy’s glistening like that diamond on your hand.” He swept his tongue along my cleft, resting it on my tingling clit. “Will . . . ”
    He continued his sweet journey, down to my wet opening. “You . . . ”
    Then he plunged his tongue inside me and I remembered how much I loved being penetrated by him. “Marry . . . ”
    I whimpered with pleasure. So many sensations coursed through me: happiness, peace, arousal, relief that he wanted me to be his wife . . . I looked at the ring, blindingly sparkly, a massive, oval diamond cut so finely it reflected prisms of light around the room and on the ceiling.
    “Me.” Daniel punctuated the last word of his proposal with another sweep of his tongue, coaxing out a little cry of pleasure from me.
    But my eyes were so focused on my engagement ring, I didn’t reply.
    “Well?” he said in a hoarse voice, giving my open thighs a squeeze with his hands, and looking up at me.
    “This is the most outrageous and unorthodox proposal in the history of all marriage proposals,” I gasped, everything south of my waist on fire. I didn’t want to sound haughty but hey, all my life I’d dreamed about a more conventional proposal. Everything had happened so fast and unexpectedly. I guessed this was Daniel’s plan; to take me off guard and surprise the hell out of me.
    “And?”
    “You basically asked my pussy to marry you. I want you to say it to my face.” Why I was putting him through this torture I wasn’t sure, but the words just tumbled out of my mouth.
    Daniel stood up and took me by the shoulders, tilting me up so I was in a sitting position, holding me firmly with his strong warm hands. His pajama pants had slid off his hips, revealing that perfect V, and an erection as large and vertically spired as the Washington Monument. He bent down to my level, his lips inches from mine. His breath danced into my parted mouth as I waited for his kiss. He paused, looked intently into my eyes, his gaze serious and fixed. The intense, no-nonsense Daniel Glass that I had fallen in love with when he was my director, bossing me around, telling me what to do.
    “Marry me, Janie Cole. Be my wife.”
    “Is that a question or a command?” I teased.
    “It’s a command,