small velvet box. He snapped it open and held it out to her.
"Zette, regardless of the way our relationship started off, I can't think of anyone else I would ask this question of. Marry me."
She blinked, silence stretching between them as she looked from the box to him and back again. Ruthlessly he quashed the unease trying to settle in his chest. She would go for it, she had to go for it. He'd laid his plans too carefully for her not too. And she was a woman wasn't she? They all loved a bit of romance, and the glitter of a diamond solitaire. Then he pulled his trump card, emotion.
"It belonged to my grandmother, on my mother's side. She was a sweet woman, I just remember her as a kid. She'd have liked you, wanted you to have it."
That did it. His hawk-like attention on her face picked up the slight change in her expression, the softening in her eyes as she reached a finger out to touch the antique ring. She didn't speak, the telltale shine of tears in her dark eyes as she nodded.
64
Rockstar
by Mina Carter
Triumph gripped him hard, so hard he felt like punching the air and doing a lap of honour around the terrace. Not something he'd do in a million years, so he had no idea where the impulse had come from. He hadn't felt that way since he was a teenager and his team had hit a home run.
He didn't give her a chance to change her mind, taking her hand and pulling the ring from the box. He'd measured her one night as she'd slept and had it altered specially, so he knew it would be a perfect fit even before he slipped it on her finger. And it did, sliding onto her finger as though it had been made for her.
"Thank you," he breathed, gathering her into his arms with a possessive tenderness that was new. Must be something to do with the moment, he decided. After all it wasn't every day a guy got engaged, had to get engaged. Regardless of the reasons she was his now, his woman and soon to be his wife.
That waiter who'd been making calf eyes at her earlier would be getting the sharp side of his tongue if he tried his luck again!
She spread her fingers out, admiring the rock that sat on her wedding finger.
"It's beautiful, thank you..." Her voice was clogged with emotion, a low husky sound that set his body on fire just hearing it. "I can't believe you'd give me this. Not something of your grandmother's. That's so personal—"
He didn't let her carry on, pulling her up against him to kiss her. He needed to kiss her, more than he needed his next breath. Of course, she would be expecting him to, after having proposed and all. His lips descended, claimed hers.
65
Rockstar
by Mina Carter
She was like honey and silk, the faint aftertaste of champagne lingering on her lips as he teased them apart. She opened easily for him, naturally, moving closer as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved over her back, one sliding down the curve of her spine to settle in the small of her back as the other settled at her nape, holding her in place as he ravaged her mouth.
She was delicious, addictive. Drugging. The kiss got out of control quickly. Her tongue moving against his, flicking and teasing softly, drove him to distraction. A subtle rebellion that set his soul on fire. A low growl of warning rumbled in his big chest as he turned her, backing up to the wall. He left her lips for a moment, only to pull her down into his lap, chuckling as she squeaked in surprise.
Then his hands were on her again, winding into her hair and scattering the pins so he could feel the dark locks spilling through his fingers. He murmured in satisfaction as he bent his head again to kiss her. He loved her hair, it fascinated him, the texture, the smell, everything.
She shifted against him, getting more comfortable in his lap, her curvy body pressing against him and her ass pressing into his groin. He groaned, a shudder going through his entire body as she reached down and rubbed his hardened cock through his pants.
"God, Zette—" He broke away, pressing
"Zette, regardless of the way our relationship started off, I can't think of anyone else I would ask this question of. Marry me."
She blinked, silence stretching between them as she looked from the box to him and back again. Ruthlessly he quashed the unease trying to settle in his chest. She would go for it, she had to go for it. He'd laid his plans too carefully for her not too. And she was a woman wasn't she? They all loved a bit of romance, and the glitter of a diamond solitaire. Then he pulled his trump card, emotion.
"It belonged to my grandmother, on my mother's side. She was a sweet woman, I just remember her as a kid. She'd have liked you, wanted you to have it."
That did it. His hawk-like attention on her face picked up the slight change in her expression, the softening in her eyes as she reached a finger out to touch the antique ring. She didn't speak, the telltale shine of tears in her dark eyes as she nodded.
64
Rockstar
by Mina Carter
Triumph gripped him hard, so hard he felt like punching the air and doing a lap of honour around the terrace. Not something he'd do in a million years, so he had no idea where the impulse had come from. He hadn't felt that way since he was a teenager and his team had hit a home run.
He didn't give her a chance to change her mind, taking her hand and pulling the ring from the box. He'd measured her one night as she'd slept and had it altered specially, so he knew it would be a perfect fit even before he slipped it on her finger. And it did, sliding onto her finger as though it had been made for her.
"Thank you," he breathed, gathering her into his arms with a possessive tenderness that was new. Must be something to do with the moment, he decided. After all it wasn't every day a guy got engaged, had to get engaged. Regardless of the reasons she was his now, his woman and soon to be his wife.
That waiter who'd been making calf eyes at her earlier would be getting the sharp side of his tongue if he tried his luck again!
She spread her fingers out, admiring the rock that sat on her wedding finger.
"It's beautiful, thank you..." Her voice was clogged with emotion, a low husky sound that set his body on fire just hearing it. "I can't believe you'd give me this. Not something of your grandmother's. That's so personal—"
He didn't let her carry on, pulling her up against him to kiss her. He needed to kiss her, more than he needed his next breath. Of course, she would be expecting him to, after having proposed and all. His lips descended, claimed hers.
65
Rockstar
by Mina Carter
She was like honey and silk, the faint aftertaste of champagne lingering on her lips as he teased them apart. She opened easily for him, naturally, moving closer as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved over her back, one sliding down the curve of her spine to settle in the small of her back as the other settled at her nape, holding her in place as he ravaged her mouth.
She was delicious, addictive. Drugging. The kiss got out of control quickly. Her tongue moving against his, flicking and teasing softly, drove him to distraction. A subtle rebellion that set his soul on fire. A low growl of warning rumbled in his big chest as he turned her, backing up to the wall. He left her lips for a moment, only to pull her down into his lap, chuckling as she squeaked in surprise.
Then his hands were on her again, winding into her hair and scattering the pins so he could feel the dark locks spilling through his fingers. He murmured in satisfaction as he bent his head again to kiss her. He loved her hair, it fascinated him, the texture, the smell, everything.
She shifted against him, getting more comfortable in his lap, her curvy body pressing against him and her ass pressing into his groin. He groaned, a shudder going through his entire body as she reached down and rubbed his hardened cock through his pants.
"God, Zette—" He broke away, pressing
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