seriously.” Tristan arched one eyebrow at me as I sat curled in his lap on the couch watching The Notebook while a light spring rain pattered against the windows.
“What are you talking about?” I grinned up at him as he stroked his long fingers through my thick hair.
“I’m talking about the sappy shit. It’s got to end. I can’t take it for another minute.” He pushed himself off the couch and snagged the remote on his way.
“Hey! You can’t deprive me of Nick,” I screamed and darted for him as he flicked to an action movie.
“The sappy shit is only for girls who aren't getting any, and you’re getting it, right here.” He poked his thumb at his chest.
I rolled my eyes. “You are so full of yourself.”
“Call it like I see it.” He lifted one shoulder.
“So do I, and I’m callin’ bullshit.” I angled around a corner of the island in my quest to get the remote back.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He walked backward with the sexiest smirk lighting his face. “I’m quite sure I keep you satisfied in all departments.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“You are so corny.” I shook my head and lunged for the remote in his hands. He dropped it on the countertop and caught me in his arms, pulling me tight to his body and wrapping one warm palm around my neck. Leaning in, he took my lips in a predatory kiss. I moaned into his mouth and arched my body into him. I was putty in his hands. His lips, his deft fingers, that smile had me melting in a puddle at his feet and he knew it.
“You don’t play fair.” I pulled away from his lips.
“Playing fair is overrated. I know my talents and I use them to my advantage.” He arched my neck to the side and sucked on the flesh. I moaned and savored his lips on my skin. “You’re so beautiful, Georgia. Have I told you that? Because I need to each and every single day. You’re so beautiful and I can’t get enough of you.”
I groaned in response as he pushed me back against the counter. I was pinned between the hard granite and the wall of his chest, and it was heaven. With one hand at the small of my back, he bent me backward and slid his hand up my chest and along my throat, arching my neck to reveal more flesh to him.
He trailed his lips along my skin and murmured, “I can’t get enough of my lips on you. Tasting you. Exploring your beautiful body. I want to be inside you every day. I ache when we’re apart.”
“Oh God,” I moaned and hooked my legs around his waist, pressing my body into his, rubbing and grinding, seeking relief from the tension that was building.
“Let's get married,” he blurted as he ran a hand up and under my shirt.
“What?” My eyes fluttered open. I must have been hearing things. There was no way Tristan just asked me to marry him. Not after we’d only been together a few months. Not after we’d started out on such rocky ground.
“Marry me. I want you every single day for the rest of my life. My day isn’t complete until I wake up to your beautiful face. Your smart mouth. I need it to keep me in line.” A sexy smirk danced across his face.
“Okay, I agree with that last part, but are you nuts?” I shoved him off me.
“Head over heels for you,” he murmured and sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
“Stop, you’re trying to use your talents to sway me.” I giggled and pushed him off me again.
“Whatever it takes, baby.” He grinned unapologetically.
“I’m not marrying you.”
I watched hurt flash across his eyes.
“I don’t mean that. I mean, I’m not marrying you now .”
“Why?” He watched me, the most endearing, perplexed look on his face, as if he really didn’t understand why I would say no.
“I’ll ask again: are you nuts?”
“I already told you, I’m head over heels for you. Completely drunk on you. If I know one thing for sure, it’s that you and I are it. I told you—you own me.” His voice lowered as he finished.
“I know, but—”
“No buts. It is what
“What are you talking about?” I grinned up at him as he stroked his long fingers through my thick hair.
“I’m talking about the sappy shit. It’s got to end. I can’t take it for another minute.” He pushed himself off the couch and snagged the remote on his way.
“Hey! You can’t deprive me of Nick,” I screamed and darted for him as he flicked to an action movie.
“The sappy shit is only for girls who aren't getting any, and you’re getting it, right here.” He poked his thumb at his chest.
I rolled my eyes. “You are so full of yourself.”
“Call it like I see it.” He lifted one shoulder.
“So do I, and I’m callin’ bullshit.” I angled around a corner of the island in my quest to get the remote back.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He walked backward with the sexiest smirk lighting his face. “I’m quite sure I keep you satisfied in all departments.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“You are so corny.” I shook my head and lunged for the remote in his hands. He dropped it on the countertop and caught me in his arms, pulling me tight to his body and wrapping one warm palm around my neck. Leaning in, he took my lips in a predatory kiss. I moaned into his mouth and arched my body into him. I was putty in his hands. His lips, his deft fingers, that smile had me melting in a puddle at his feet and he knew it.
“You don’t play fair.” I pulled away from his lips.
“Playing fair is overrated. I know my talents and I use them to my advantage.” He arched my neck to the side and sucked on the flesh. I moaned and savored his lips on my skin. “You’re so beautiful, Georgia. Have I told you that? Because I need to each and every single day. You’re so beautiful and I can’t get enough of you.”
I groaned in response as he pushed me back against the counter. I was pinned between the hard granite and the wall of his chest, and it was heaven. With one hand at the small of my back, he bent me backward and slid his hand up my chest and along my throat, arching my neck to reveal more flesh to him.
He trailed his lips along my skin and murmured, “I can’t get enough of my lips on you. Tasting you. Exploring your beautiful body. I want to be inside you every day. I ache when we’re apart.”
“Oh God,” I moaned and hooked my legs around his waist, pressing my body into his, rubbing and grinding, seeking relief from the tension that was building.
“Let's get married,” he blurted as he ran a hand up and under my shirt.
“What?” My eyes fluttered open. I must have been hearing things. There was no way Tristan just asked me to marry him. Not after we’d only been together a few months. Not after we’d started out on such rocky ground.
“Marry me. I want you every single day for the rest of my life. My day isn’t complete until I wake up to your beautiful face. Your smart mouth. I need it to keep me in line.” A sexy smirk danced across his face.
“Okay, I agree with that last part, but are you nuts?” I shoved him off me.
“Head over heels for you,” he murmured and sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
“Stop, you’re trying to use your talents to sway me.” I giggled and pushed him off me again.
“Whatever it takes, baby.” He grinned unapologetically.
“I’m not marrying you.”
I watched hurt flash across his eyes.
“I don’t mean that. I mean, I’m not marrying you now .”
“Why?” He watched me, the most endearing, perplexed look on his face, as if he really didn’t understand why I would say no.
“I’ll ask again: are you nuts?”
“I already told you, I’m head over heels for you. Completely drunk on you. If I know one thing for sure, it’s that you and I are it. I told you—you own me.” His voice lowered as he finished.
“I know, but—”
“No buts. It is what
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