A/N: Okay, so I've spent A LOT of time perfecting this chapter (actual weeks). And I truly hope you love it, because it's my new favorite :) Maybe it'll become yours, too! I've uploaded the dress I used as inspiration for Kelsey's. Also, NC17 last half! Please don't forget to vote and/or comment, I'm especially excited to hear what you have to say about this one. Thank you for supporting my writing! Xo 

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Jamie worked his ass off every day we were in Belfast. He left in the early morning hours to film and sometimes didn't get back to the hotel until late in the evening. I was grateful his sister had decided to stick around the area after our mock Thanksgiving to show me the best of Jamie's hometown. His family had become my only entertainment in his absence. I was obviously incredibly blessed to be in a loving relationship with a successful man who made my knees weak, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hard spending so much time without him in a foreign location.

I tried to remind myself of such luck every night when he came home and fell asleep in my arms. He was always exhausted, and I forced my heart to understand. I couldn't be greedy with all of his time. He had a life before me and was trying to maintain that success without directly involving me in the chaos. I liked the little cocoon he seemed to have us in. I was safe there.

So when he dragged me to bed after his long days at work I soaked up the affection; his head on my chest, the soft tickle of his labored breaths against my bare skin, and his warmth consuming me as I inhaled the woodsy scent of his shortened hair. I think he felt safe with me, too. Knowing that I was his saving grace after a stressful day gave me immeasurable gratification. I always wanted to be that for him, because he was my soft pillow to land on as well.

I jumped when I heard a knock on the door of our suite. I wasn't expecting company. In fact, the only thing on my agenda was a hot bath before a day immersed in writing, editing, and room service.

I walked to the door and checked the peephole. The friendly concierge from the front desk was standing on the other side. Unhooking the chain lock, I opened it to his bright smile.

"Top o' the mornin', Miss Taylor!" he said in his singsong, accented voice. "Mr. Dornan has sent these for you. May I come in?"

I nodded as he walked past me toward the kitchenette. He held in one hand a rather large, white box with a smaller red one sitting on top, and a bottle of wine in his other hand.

"Mr. Dornan has asked to keep these two items refrigerated." He pulled open the door to the refrigerator and put the smaller box and bottle of wine inside.

"Enjoy." He handed me the larger, semi-heavy box before bowing and walking away.

"Thanks," I muttered more to myself, confused over what Jamie would be sending that he couldn't just give to me when he got home.

I set the package on the dining room table in our suite and untied the red bow that secured the lid. Lifting it, I saw a handwritten note sitting atop white tissue paper.

Do me a favor and only wear the contents inside, with the exception of your birthday necklace. Be ready by 7. Tonight is date night!

I love you, xx –J

PS: Save the strawberries and wine for us to share...

My heart fluttered wildly inside my chest. I was more than curious to know what he was up to. Without hesitation, I tossed the tissue paper away and began pulling out the various items he'd sent.

A pair of strappy black heels sat beside a diamond earring and bracelet set. I admired the gorgeous stones before placing them on the table. I did a double take when I read the name Jimmy Choo on the soles of the shoes; he'd gone above and beyond. After moving them aside I noticed the beautiful cranberry colored material. Pulling it up from the box, it unfolded into a knee-length, fitted cocktail dress with a V-neck front and an exposed, zip-up back.

"Wow," I whispered to myself.

The only missing items were what I'd wear underneath. Considering the first line of his note, the lack of bra and panties was no accident. I couldn't contain the urge to send him a text. I knew he likely wouldn't get it until he was on his way after work, but I needed to tell him how excited and thankful I was for his unexpected gift.

Thank you for the exquisite presents! What did I do to deserve such admiration? I love you more than you'll ever know, and I can't wait to show you my appreciation in person ;)

I smiled as I ran my hands over all of the contents once again. I wanted to put everything on right that second and wait impatiently for the seven hours that separated us to pass.

My phone beeped to signal a new message, taking me by surprise.

I owe you for your patience, understanding, and late night cuddles during this trip. You're the only person I want to see at the end of every day and I've been a shitty boyfriend. You deserve some TLC for all you do to make me happy!

I giggled nervously at his response. I wasn't expecting such romantic words in addition to the expensive items.

Get back to work before you make me cry! Have I told you lately that I love you?

Again, his message came quickly.

Yes, Rod Stewart, you have :) But I haven't. Let me make it up to you tonight. My break is unfortunately over. I miss you and can't wait to kiss your beautiful face in a few hours.

A puddle was clearly forming beneath me, because I was melting. My God I was the luckiest woman alive, and felt very much undeserving of such perfection.

I read his texts repeatedly as the goosebumps took over, transforming my body into all sensation and no coherent thoughts. He wasn't going to be getting much rest later, because he had a long night of thank you's headed his way.

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Jamie sent a message when he was nearby, telling me to meet him in front of the hotel. I took a deep breath to calm the dancing butterflies in my stomach. I was anxious to spend a romantic evening in his hometown with him, and the new outfit I was donning made me feel like a million bucks. He always had a way of boosting my confidence as though I was the most beautiful woman in the room, but tonight I truly would be, thanks to him.

I found it a little odd that we didn't get ready together. He'd said he wanted to be surprised when he saw me, and because I was in the mood to be entirely swept off my feet, I agreed that I wanted him to see only the finished product. We hadn't dressed separately since before he moved in and the opportunity to meet up for a date was proving to be exhilarating.

Sliding my feet into the sultry heels, I secured the straps on each before using the table to help myself stand. I felt ten feet tall, literally and figuratively. I couldn't believe he'd gone to such extravagant measures to make me feel special for the night. Although for what he'd likely spent on them, I'd have to wear them every day to pay them off.

I dimmed the lights as I made my way out of the room and down the long hallway to the elevator. No one joined me in the slow, quiet ride to the bottom, so I took a second to calm my nerves and be grateful for the immaculate man waiting for me outside.

My heels clicked across the white marble floor of the hotel lobby as I headed toward the exit. The random glances from complete strangers were not lost on me and I held my chin a little higher, proud that my boyfriend managed to turn the spotlight on me, his most prized possession.

"Enjoy your evening," the porter said, opening the door like a true gentleman. It was his job, but the gesture still added a special touch.

My breath caught in my throat as I stepped out, and it was the combination of the sudden burst of wind and the sight of Jamie standing ahead of me.

His smile widened instantly when I appeared. He was leaning against a black limo with a bouquet of white roses in hand. His dark golden locks were swept perfectly in place, blue eyes bright, and he was dressed in a black suit and tie with a white dress shirt beneath.

"Wow," I whispered, the breeze sweeping up the word and carrying it into the night.

"Wow yourself," he responded. "You look like a dream come true."

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. "You have impeccable taste."

"I have you, so I suppose you're right."

My heart was racing at the mere vision of him. I couldn't stand in my spot any longer, quickly closing the gap between us.

"For you, beautiful lady." He held out the roses when I stepped up to him.

I giggled anxiously as if we were on our very first date again.

"Thanks, handsome. They're almost as lovely as you."

It was his turn to chuckle. "Your flattery isn't necessary, you've already won me over." He winked, and I thought I was going to faint. His charm was overwhelming.

I took the flowers from him as he leaned in, pressing a small peck to my cheek, assumingly to not disturb my burgundy lipstick.

"Let's go," he said, stepping aside to open my door.

"Where are we going?" I asked, moving into the vehicle. "And where's Leo?"

He joined me, shutting us in. "Leo has been on a much deserved vacation while we've been here."

I smiled. "Glad to hear it!"

"And we're going to one of my favorite restaurants on the coast."

Although it was a little chilly for a walk on the beach after dinner, I was certain I would enjoy the views from inside; the one across the table and the one beyond the window. He held my hand tightly as we drove in silence, passing quick glances at each other like shy teenagers.

"Thank you for the presents," I finally spoke softly.

He reached over to cup my chin with his free hand. "You look stunning in them. The pleasure is all mine."

My gaze fell to his soft, pink lips as I resisted the urge to kiss him. "What's the special occasion?"

His tongue flicked out to wet them before he replied. I redirected my attention to his eyes.

"An apology for being too busy with work. You've spent a lot of this trip alone, and I owe you my undivided attention for the night."

"Jamie, I—"

He interrupted. "I know you understand." He raised our linked hands to kiss my knuckles. "And tonight also serves as a thank you for exactly that."

We were distracted from our discussion by the car coming to a stop. I looked out the window at the white stone building we sat in front of, large windows and chandeliers adorning the entryway.

"Wait until you see the inside," he said, reading my curious thoughts.

I followed him out of the car as he offered me his arm. Smiling widely, I wrapped mine around his and walked with him into the swanky restaurant.

The mixture of aromas instantly filled my senses; garlic, seafood, alcohol. I took in the impressive high ceilings and the colorful flowers in glass vases that seemed to spread evenly throughout. The space was dim, lit candles on every table, offering the perfect ambiance. Beyond the main dining room, lining the back wall, were floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea.

"Welcome," a tall blonde from behind the desk said, capturing my wandering attention.

"Reservation for Dornan," Jamie answered.

I watched her punch something into a device on the counter before she looked back up at him then over at me with a bright white smile. "Private table for two, right this way."

Private? What was that supposed to mean? Why not just a table for two?

We followed closely behind as Jamie's grip on my arm tightened. She led us to a separate area beyond the other guests; their passing glances making me blush.

"Enjoy," she said, leaving us alone.

"Jamie, I don't know..." I trailed off, absolutely speechless.

The table for two was lit by one candle, floating in a vase of water and stones. A spectacular chandelier hung above it, its light dimmed romantically. White rose petals were scattered across a red tablecloth, and also trailed on the floor from one of the chairs to a set of French doors, which seemed to open to a private beach access.

"All for you," he said. "Here..." He gently walked me to the seat nearest the flower path.

I sat, still trying to properly absorb my surroundings. "Wow seems trite."

"Guess you like it then?"

My eyes met his, gleaming and vibrant blue even in the darkened space.

"Like it? Jamie, I love it! You did this?"

"I had it arranged, yes. Because I love you."

Tears threatened my eyes, but I wasn't going to let my sappy emotions interrupt such a special night. "I love you more."

He reached across the table to squeeze my hand. A waiter dressed in all white approached.

"Good evening Mr. Dornan, Miss Taylor. May I start you off with a bottle of wine?"

He knew our names?

Jamie answered on my behalf. "Yes, please bring us your finest Cabernet Sauvignon."

"Right away, sir."

I smiled as the man headed out of the room to retrieve our drinks. "You've already spent too much on me, babe. Water would've sufficed."

He shook his head with a grin. "That's not for you to worry about. I can afford to give you the best."

My arms flared with a tingle at his words. We'd already had that argument and I'd decided to let go of those insecurities. He wanted to provide for me, and if that fulfilled a need in him, I'd let him. I would never take advantage of his status, but I also wasn't going to fight him on every sweet gesture if it satisfied us both. Soon enough I'd be making my own money and could treat him in special ways, too.

"So order whatever you want," he added. "Appetizers, lobster, dessert, anything. Tonight is my treat for putting up with my crazy lifestyle."

"I knew what I signed up for," I said with a wink. "Being with you far outweighs the rest of the noise."

He took a deep breath and smiled, but didn't respond. I almost asked him what he wanted to say when the waiter appeared again, setting down two glasses and the uncorked bottle in the center of the table.

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Every single bite of our dinner was divine. I wasn't sure I'd had a better meal in my whole life. We split a starter of bacon wrapped shrimp that we devoured it was so delectable. Jamie ordered a perfectly cooked steak that he shared a few bites of, and I'd decided on the lobster tail; not because he'd told me I could get it, but because the mention of it had my mouth watering. It was equally incredible.

"I don't think I saved room for dessert," I joked.

"Hmm, you sure?" His smile encompassed his whole face.

I rolled my eyes at the suggestion, although we both knew that's where the night would eventually lead.

"If I eat one bite of chocolate, ice cream, cake, or any kind of sugar I'll actually explode. The dessert you're referencing can be negotiated." I purposely bit my bottom lip.

"Dance with me," he said quickly.

My stare met his with a shy grin, taken aback by the switch in subjects. "I can't hear the music."

There was a very faint classical piano track playing throughout the restaurant, but nothing loud enough to dance to.

"I'll improvise." He stood, placing his napkin on the table and outstretching his hand.

I hesitated, feeling a bit bashful to dance in the open space to no audible music. However, I couldn't resist the opportunity to hold him close and savor every romantic gesture he was throwing my way. He had more than made up for his absence, and I was excited to get him home and continue our private time.

I conceded, following him to an empty area on the floor near the French doors where the ocean danced upon the shore beyond it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his own falling to secure my waist against him. He rocked us back and forth, his gaze sending shockwaves through my entire body at the intensity. I could feel every ounce of love inside of him, and all of it was being radiated toward me.

The sound of his gentle singing voice stopped my swaying.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in," he smiled as the pounding of my heartbeat filled my ears. He forced the swing of our hips.

"But I can't help falling in love with you."

I blinked one time and the tears that clouded my vision released down my cheeks. He continued despite them.

"Take my hand," he removed one of mine from his neck and laced our fingers. I giggled when he spun me away, quickly drawing me back into him.

"Take my whole life, too. For I can't help falling in love," he paused to cup my face, our noses grazing one another's, "with you."

He pressed a feather light kiss to my lips and I whimpered that it wasn't any deeper.

"Do you remember when we danced to that song?" he asked.

I felt myself blush; the night we confessed our true feelings for one another and first made love. "Yes."

He stepped from our tight embrace, his gaze falling down my frame, admiring his outfit choice before meeting mine with a wide grin.

"Do you remember what book you were reading the day we met?"

His sudden array of questions threw me off balance, and I felt lightheaded as I tried to regain my composure. I swallowed the lump that had formed.

"Shakespeare," I whispered.

He cleared his throat. "Of the very instant that I saw you did my heart fly at your service." Holding my chin he went on. "Another favorite quote of his, but it barely skims the surface of how I felt that day. How I've felt all along. How I feel right now."

I gasped as the tears that had been simple trickles began falling rapidly at the sight of him kneeling down on one knee.

"Oh my God," I mumbled.

He blinked away his own emotions as the wetness left trails over his cheeks. He broke our gaze long enough to retrieve the velvet box I'd been dreaming of from his suit pocket.

I did everything in my power to keep my knees from giving out while I memorized his proposal. The view of his tear-filled blue eyes, begging for the answer to his unasked question only made it harder to stand.

"Kelsey, as cliché as it is, I fell in love with you the instant we met. You walked into my life right when I needed you, and that, baby, is the surest sign of fate I've ever received. You saved me; I'm a better man because of you."

We were both a mess, his words coming out between shaky sobs. As badly as I wanted to cut him off with a response, my desire to hear him spill the speech he'd been holding onto all night was stronger.

He took a deep breath. "You've handled my lifestyle and baggage with grace, investing all your love and time into me, my career, and my daughter. I meant it when I said I'm the happiest I've been since my mum was alive, and—"

He closed his eyes briefly before locking them with mine. "And I know I've been dreaming about her again beca— because I think maybe she sent you to me."

My heart caught in my throat at his surprising confession, and if he didn't ask soon, I was going to suffocate.

"I love you with every fiber of my being and I've waited far too long to ask you this."

He opened the lid and an incredible princess cut diamond sparkled from within. Pulling it from the box, he grabbed my left hand.

"Make the rest of my dreams come true by being my wife. Kelsey, will you marry me?"

I nodded furiously, trying to find my voice. "Jamie, yes," I breathed. I felt him slide the ring onto my finger, a perfect fit. "I've waited all my life to marry you."

I grabbed the shoulder of his suit jacket and tugged him up from the floor. He finally wiped at his eyes, standing in front of me before his thumbs rubbed my tears away also.

I pulled him into me, crushing him in a needy, heartfelt kiss that left us both gasping for air. His arms encompassed me, pressing us closer together as he tried to soften my forceful lips with his own. I surrendered; allowing an opening, and his tongue greedily seized the opportunity. I lost myself in his rapture, trying to grasp at anything I could get my hands on: his hair, jacket, face.

He broke apart our swollen lips. "Say it again."

"Yes," I said, looking deep into his eyes, hoping he could feel my answer sinking in.

"Yes, what?" he begged.

"I want to be your wife," I replied. "I want to be your world, your reason for breathing, your good morning and goodnight, the mother of your children. I want to be yours in every sense of the word."

He looked away, his tears falling once more. "You are."

All the love I felt inside belonged to him and only him. He was my other half, my savior, my best friend, my soulmate, and the greatest person I'd ever met. I didn't care how long we'd known each other; this was fate.

I leaned into his ear, grazing my mouth over its edge. "Take me home."

He stepped back to read my expression, the electricity and emotions creating a stifling heat between us.

"Now, please," I urged.

Jamie paid the bill before practically dragging me out of the restaurant. In fact, if it wouldn't have caused a scene, I was certain he would've thrown me over his shoulder to speed up the process. I couldn't keep up with his pace in heels.

Luckily for the two of us, the new driver was waiting at the curb with the limo. I followed Jamie inside, quickly checking that the partition was closed. After assuring it was, I wasted no time hiking up my dress and crawling onto his lap. He'd probably spent a fortune on it, but I didn't care if it ripped, I needed him.

My lips crushed his again, our noses pressing into one another's as I frantically devoured him. I wasn't sure I could ever get close enough. The contact I craved didn't physically exist, but yet I still wanted all of him and more. He groaned into my mouth, opening his own and allowing our tongues to get reacquainted. He was delicious, an erotic mix of wine and his unique taste. I breathed in his panting as he pushed my dress up even further, exposing my nakedness per his note's request. I felt him hardening beneath my grinding center. He nipped at my bottom lip, pulling us apart.

I held his face between my hands, the metal on my finger pressing against his heated cheeks. He gripped my wrist and brought it to his lips as he kissed the new ring he'd recently slid on.

"You said yes," he whispered.

I read his expression, fighting off emotions that seemed to match his.

"Of course I said yes, babe." I ran my free hand through his hair. "I would've said yes a month ago, two months ago, a week after we met. I loved you before I even knew you."

He smiled. "I've never wanted anything as much as I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me tomorrow."

"No." I silenced him with another feverish kiss.

He'd completely changed me in the most positive way and I was excited for our future to unfold. However, we were not having a quickie wedding. I was going to get my fairytale in front of our family and friends with my prince charming.

He chuckled against my lips. "I was sort of kidding."

Not answering, I moved to his neck, leaving small nibbles down its side while I fumbled to undo his tie. He took it from me, tossing it on the seat. My fingers undid a couple more buttons on his shirt before I slid my hands under his jacket, forcing him to remove it. He shoved it to the floor after shaking his arms free. He pulled me in tighter, simultaneously bringing my hips closer to rest atop his.

I tossed my head back, my hair caressing the bare skin the dress didn't cover. Jamie took that as an open invitation as he licked various paths over my neck and between my breasts. His hips were grinding with mine and if the car hit one more bump in the road, the combined friction was going to send me over the edge.

"Mmm, yes," I moaned.

"I want you so bad, baby," he whispered across my flesh.

"Please," I begged.

"We're almost there."

"I'm almost there!" I looked into his playful greying eyes.

"I can tell, but hold on."

"Have him drive around the block." I was whining and it was so unbecoming, but I literally didn't care. He'd just asked me to be his wife and I wanted to show him how badly I wanted to be.

His hands gripped my waist tightly, halting any further actions. I defiantly dropped my fingers between us to stroke him through the fabric of his black slacks.

"Stop," he commanded.

"No," I replied.

His eyes held mine in a battle of desire. He was daring me to somehow listen, but still ignore his request. I felt him tremble beneath me when the car came to a stop.

"Fuck, you're lucky," he gritted out of frustration.

I giggled as he once again grabbed onto my wrist and dragged me inside the hotel as I tried to quickly straighten my dress. I clutched the bouquet of white roses in my arms as I practically tripped over my own feet behind him. We didn't even say goodnight to the driver, but he could likely tell something was up. Jamie was carrying his suit jacket and tie, and he'd left the half dozen buttons undone on his shirt. His hair was ruffled, but I was certain mine was, too.

I felt like every eye in the hotel lobby noticed us as we walked through to elevators, both of us disheveled and sweaty. I didn't give a damn if everyone knew what we were doing in the car and what we were getting ready to do. It took a great amount of discipline not to tell them their assumptions were correct and he was going to pleasure me all night long.

Thankfully no one joined us for our ride to the top. Jamie pinned me against the elevator railing as soon as the doors shut.

"There are probably cameras," I mumbled when he gripped my face.

"Good, let them watch."

I glared at his words, causing him to erupt in laughter.

"I get to annoy you for the rest of our lives," he said, kissing me quickly.

"Let's not make a competition out of it, sweetheart."

He laughed even louder, but before he could answer, the doors opened to our floor. I took advantage of the distraction. I shoved him backward, clearly surprising him as I ran off down the hall. The carpeted hallway muffled the thuds of my heels, and I tried not to giggle too loudly, disturbing the other guests. I was panting when I saw him turn the corner, keycard in hand.

"Don't waste precious energy." He winked, quickly bridging the gap between us.

He moved to insert the card into the reader beside my hip. I tossed my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss as we stumbled into the room when the door clicked open from my body weight.

I snickered into his mouth as he lifted the hem of my dress and picked me up. My legs gripped his hips tightly as we continued our sensual assault. He pressed me firmly into the cold wooden surface behind me, finally ending our kiss.

His eyes met mine and without breaking their contact, he pulled down the straps of the burgundy material to my midriff. I felt the rush of air graze over my exposed breasts, instantly hardening my nipples as I removed my arms from the soft fabric. Every sensation in my body was suddenly awakened. His weight held me against the door as he brought one hand down to cup the bareness of my chest. I moaned at his seductive caress, his erection begging to be freed from the confines I could feel between my legs.

"I'm gonna make love to you," he whispered over my lips. "But not right now."

"Jamie, please—"

His kiss shut me up as I felt his hand fall between us before I heard him pulling at his zipper. Then I understood what he meant, and I, too, wasn't going to last through slow foreplay. I needed and wanted him right then, right like that.

I bucked my hips when he ran a finger over my warm center, completely ready for him. He soon replaced his hand with his thick manhood and I gasped as he allowed me to adjust to the fulfillment of him.

"Oh, God," I cried.

My hands frantically gripped at the small amount of exposed skin on his chest. I scraped my nails against his shoulder as he hungrily moved in and out me. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as he crashed into my sensitive flesh over and over, my back rubbing roughly against the door. I was completely turned on by his strength and ability to hold me up and still move at such a quick pace.

"Baby, please," he begged, his tongue grazing my ear.

A few more thrusts and the twist he gave my aroused nipple sent me flying over the cliff, stars shooting across the blackness of my closed eyes.

"Jamie!" I yelped.

Seconds later he bit down on my shoulder as his own orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. I held onto him as our bodies throbbed and hummed against one another's.

Slowly he set me down, waiting to ensure my knees weren't jelly before he stepped back, leaving my limbs weak and achy.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I chuckled, still quite breathless, but I nodded.

"Give me your hand," he replied.

I lazily reached up my right hand.

"No," he shook his head, "the other one."

I smiled widely, offering him the hand with the engagement ring as he interlocked our fingers and moved us to the bedroom.

He dimmed the lights upon entering before slowly sauntering toward me. My heart caught in my chest, it all seemed to rush to me in that moment. The handsome, loving, respectful, and talented man in front of me was all mine for the rest of our lives. And he wanted goofy, self conscious, flawed, and ordinary Kelsey. Somehow it only made sense to us, because we were made for each other. I couldn't believe Jamie was going to be my husband. Something I never imagined wanting as badly as I had since he strutted into my life.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

I felt his thumb wipe at my cheek, realizing then that my eyes were damp.

"Not a single thing," I replied.

His expression softened as his face lit up in delight.

"You are perfect," I said, "and I can't believe you want—"

He smothered my words with a kiss, his hands gripping the sides of my face, walking me backward until I bumped into the bed. I giggled as he fell on top of me.

"I don't ever want to hear you say what you were about to say."

"Jamie, I just—"

"Listen to me," he began.

I pretended to zip my lips with a snort. I could tell he was trying to suppress his own amusement so he could be serious.

"You are perfect. I'm so bloody lucky to be yours."

"Make love to me then." I reached up and started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

He smiled as I slid the white fabric over his muscular arms, trying to mask my whimper. Every inch of him was mine. I gasped when he jerked me up from the bed by the wrist.

"Let's remove everything this time." He snaked his hand around to my back, sliding the zipper of my dress down painstakingly slow.

His eyes never left mine as he gently pulled the fabric away from my frame. He dropped to his knees to remove it from my hips, sliding it over my legs so I could step out. I also took the opportunity to kick off my heels.

His hands ran up my calves to my thighs and I willingly separated my legs at the contact. He smiled mischievously. My breath hitched as he leaned in, but instead of pressing his lips where I craved them the most, he kissed the soft skin beneath my navel.

"You don't play fair," I muttered.

"There aren't any rules to play by."

I glared at him, his laugh impossible to hold in.

"How coy." I rolled my eyes, but before I could look back at him, his tongue was pressed against my swollen bud as his finger teased my opening.

"Shit," I spat.

He stopped his actions briefly. "Don't underestimate me."

I held onto his hair, my knees becoming weak at his assault. It was my turn to return the favor. For every last bit of the special attention he'd given, tonight and every other night.

"Please stop," I begged.

"Why?" his hot breath on my sensitive flesh sent shockwaves through me.

It was hard to form words since he didn't relent, his expert tongue and fingers finding a dangerous rhythm.

"Because I—"

Right when I was certain I was going to fly over the edge, he stopped. My eyes shot open to see him standing mere inches from my face.

His cocky smirk made my toes curl. He had my body singing, and he thoroughly enjoyed watching every note he played.

"Because this," I said. His pants were still unzipped from our previous escapade so it was quite easy to access him.

I rubbed seductive strokes over his hardened member as his breathing became labored. I quickly stopped to undo the button and gripped his pants and briefs with my fingers, kneeling down as I dragged them with me. Subconsciously I wet my lips at the sight, as excited to taste him as he was to feel my mouth.

"No," he said sternly.

My gaze met his, confused at the denial.

"Tonight's for you," he answered my unasked question.

"But I want to," I argued.

"You've done enough just by saying yes. Let me love you."

He offered his hand and I stood with a heavy sigh.

"Seeing you disappointed because I won't let you pleasure me is an incredible turn on. I won't forget it." His smirk made me laugh.

I went to respond, but he silenced me with a sweet, loving kiss. Much gentler and unhurried unlike our previous outburst of pent up tension.

My arms clutched his shoulders as he laid us down, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. I moaned into his mouth and pressed my heel into his plump rear to push him toward what I wanted.

His strong hands grasped the backs of my knees as he pulled them upward to rest on his forearms. He gripped the sheets beside me as leverage. I reached between us to help position him and he waited until I met his stare to enter me, slowly and deliciously.

I grabbed the back his head, lowering him to my face, our eyes locked, and I savored every last inch he removed before pushing in equally as torturous. The tears surfaced immediately when I realized in the dimness that he was crying. I wanted to speak, tell him I loved him, reach up and wipe away the feelings he wore on his sleeve, but I was captivated by our connection. There were no words or caresses that could better express what our bodies currently were.

We bared our souls to one another, setting an unspoken, sweet rhythm, emotions spilling from our eyes. I never knew such a potent and raw exchange of love existed until right then. I wanted it to last forever, but every time he bottomed out, I climbed closer and closer to my release. I think I'd found my new favorite position; pinned beneath him, his arms tangled in my legs, our noses brushing with each thrust.

I moaned as I felt my orgasm surfacing.

"I love you, Kelsey," he whispered.

I held back a sob at his simple yet powerful confession.

"My everything," I replied, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

He grunted, his own pleasure ready to explode.

"Let go, baby," he begged.

"Mmm, Jamie," I whimpered as his words coaxed me along. "I love you."

His hot breath cascaded across my dampened skin as his orgasm filled me in hot bursts of affection and devotion. He didn't stop the swirl of his hips, waiting for me to reach my own destination.

He released one of my legs and I instinctively gripped his hip with it. His free hand traveled between us as he rubbed smooth circles over my swollen bud before squeezing gently.

I screamed his name, unraveling in the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced. All thanks to him.

He held me tightly as I writhed beneath him, wave after wave endlessly pulsating from head to toe. I panted against his shoulder, finally stilling as he left lazy kisses across my jawline.

"Mine," he spoke softly.

"Mine," I mirrored his single word response, wiping at his wet cheeks.

He tenderly let go of my limbs and rolled onto his back. He pulled me into a tight embrace as I rested my left hand on his warm chest to feel his heart beating wildly.

"Sleep, angel." He kissed the top of my head, breathing in my scent.

Angel. He was certainly heaven sent. I smiled against his skin and did as I was told, sated and enveloped in the arms of my fiancée.

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