A/N: Kelsey and Jamie are engaged! Finally? ;) Thank you for all of your votes and wonderful comments on the last chapter. I'm beyond thrilled that it was what you'd been waiting for! I hope I've answered more of your lingering questions/previous suspicions in this chapter. They're both still lost in their romantic bliss, so this one is highly NC-17. Please read at your own discretion, but I hope you love it! Xo

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Jamie's immaculate features came into view as I slowly opened my heavy eyes. The sun was peeking in through the crack in the curtains, illuminating his hard muscles. He smelled intoxicating; the perfect mix of pheromones and leftover cologne from the night before. His chest rose and fell as I delighted in the light snoring escaping his slightly crooked nose. I was laying on my right side, my left hand resting beside his head on his pillow, the diamonds in my ring glistening even in the shadows.

I couldn't believe he was my fiancée. I was positive the idea of him being mine would never sink in, even after we were married. He was going to be my husband. The sexy, protective, romantic man radiating heat a few inches away wanted to spend his life with me.

My gaze fell over his body, the white sheet only covering his bottom half where our legs were tangled. I licked my lips as I admired the curves and shapes of his flawless frame leading to his pelvis. I wanted to taste all of him; my appetite would never be fulfilled. He was on his back with his head facing me, and I could feel his gentle breaths across my exposed skin, igniting a fire I wasn't sure had ever been extinguished. A tempting idea ran across my mind, so I acted on it before he stirred.

As gently as possible I untwined our limbs, lifting the sheet from his porcelain skin and tossing it down across his thighs. I tried not to whimper at the beautiful sight of his manhood that had pleasured me half the night. He hadn't let me touch him like I craved. He'd focused on me, and as much as I wasn't complaining about the tunnel vision of pleasure, it was still unfair. Nothing made me happier than seeing him lose his mind over my touch.

I smiled as my inner siren reminded that he couldn't stop me if he was dormant. I moved carefully and methodically down his torso, wanting to press my lips and tongue across his chest and abdomen, but refraining for the moment. I breathed in his unique Jamie scent, sending shockwaves from head to toe. Not being able to resist any further, I tenderly lifted his velvety skin to my lips. Before he could awaken, I snaked my tongue around the tip of his length and slowly lowered onto him.

From my sideways view I watched as his blue-greys fluttered open, clearly startled by his surroundings and the sensations. I brought my hand into the mix and seductively stroked an easy rhythm. He finally looked down, meeting my gaze.

I broke my assault for a brief moment. "Good morning, fiancée."

He sat up on his elbows as I resumed my task, licking and sucking his sensitive flesh. "Baby," he breathed. "You don't play fair."

If he was going to mirror my words, I could mirror his. "Don't underestimate me."

I sank down on him as he gasped, throwing his head back in unabashed pleasure. His reaction and his hardening member were driving my senses wild. I was equally turned on. He reached for me, tangling his hand in my hair to help guide the pace.

My hand met my lips as I sucked and stroked him, humming against his perfect skin.

"Shit," he gritted, trembling beneath me.

He tugged at my long locks, his best attempt at pulling me from the sensual torture so he wouldn't come undone, but I refused to give up that easily. Without missing a beat, I grabbed his wrist with my free hand and moved his strong fingers to my thigh.

Taking the hint, he rubbed smooth circles upward and over my swollen bud. I gasped when he dipped one of them into me.

"Jamie," I panted, trying to remain focused on pleasuring him.

"I won't stop until you do," he breathed, his accent thick with desire.

Challenge accepted.

I kept up the combination, as well as the pace, of my hand and mouth. He was rock hard, and I moaned as he teased me with his fingers. Neither of us was going to submit that easily, so I upped the ante by scraping my fingernails over his chest and down his stomach.

"Fuck," he mumbled, his hand stopping momentarily.

He returned the gesture by pinching my center, causing me to yelp.

"Stop," I begged, my hand picking up its pace around him.

His eyes beamed as he shook his head, his fingers matching the same speed.

I grabbed his wrist again and jerked it from the throbbing between my legs as he fumbled to free himself from my sudden restraint. In an act of shameless competition, I swirled my tongue around him feverishly and his legs began quivering as he imploded, unable to hold it in any longer.

"Mmm," he moaned, writhing beneath me. "Dammit, baby."

I took every ounce he gave, licking and sucking as his orgasm shook his entire body. My smile was impossible to mask as I sat up, still stroking him with my hand. He hardened again almost instantly, ready for another round. His excess adrenaline was awe-inspiring.

His chest heaved and the sweat glistened over his impeccable torso due to my assault. I waited for him to catch his breath, straddling his hips and grinning like the true champion I was.

He massaged my thighs with his large hands. "You're the best wife ever."

I winked. "Not yet."

"Soon enough. We could get married today."

"Stop saying that," I replied. "I want my fairytale with my Prince Charming."

Without notice, he lifted my hips and centered himself beneath me. Taking the hint, I reached down to hold him, lowering onto his length and relishing in the familiar fulfillment.

"I'll give you whatever you want, darlin'." He trailed his hands up my torso, grasping my breasts and caressing them sweetly. "A horse drawn carriage, doves, a ceremony on a remote island with Ed Sheeran serenading us; any and everything that'll make you feel my love is yours."

I leaned down, pressing our chests together, causing him to move his palms to cup my ass. I caught his mouth with mine, kissing him hard. He smiled against me.

"I love you," I whispered. I swirled my hips in alluring circles, moaning at the sensation.

He sucked at my bottom lip, his thrusts matching mine and quickly bringing me to the edge I'd been dangling from. "Lean back," he breathed.

I pressed my hands into his chest, pushing up as I angled myself. His hands gripped my hips, ensuring he would control the pace. I dropped my head to the side, running my fingers through my own hair as I felt the ends of the strands falling over his thighs.

"Yesss," I hissed. "Right there, Jamie."

I whimpered as the muscles in my legs tightened from our position. I clawed at his abdomen, riding every wave of pleasure with him. He brought one of his hands to my center, rubbing delicious circles over my swollen bud. I wasn't going to last.

"Oh God," I moaned.

"Let go," he said, the rhythm of his hips and finger speeding up.

"Ahh!" I cried out, slamming my eyes shut as the orgasm hit me hard. My legs and stomach convulsed as he continued his thrusts.

I was throbbing against his length when I felt him finally stiffen, overcome with his own pleasure.

"Kels," he panted.

I collapsed on top of him, spent from the previous night and now our morning escapades. I left soft kisses below his ear as he wrapped me tightly against him.

He kissed the top of my head before chuckling.

"What's so funny?" I didn't have the strength to lift up to look at him.

"I forgot about the wine and strawberries," he said.

"Yum," I hummed, my appetite for real food awakening at the mention of strawberries. All of the calorie burning had me suddenly aware of my starvation.

He rubbed his fingers up and down my back. "Are you hungry?"

"I want strawberries," I said, "but I also don't want to move."

"Me neither," he whispered.

"Think someone will bring us food and feed it to us like this?"

He laughed again. "I'd rather be the one to feed it to you."

I finally convinced myself to sit up, his eyes meeting mine as I did. "I might let you."

His lips captured mine, slowly massaging them. I scratched his beard, relishing in our physical and emotional connection.

"Room service menu is on the dresser. Order whatever you want." He playfully slapped my ass before I moved off of him and walked over.

I picked up the booklet, scanning the various items. Taking it with me, I laid up against the headboard beside him so he could read it, too.

"Anything look good?" I asked.

"You." He lifted his gaze to mine with a devilish grin.

"I need some fuel, you've wore me out."

He smiled widely. "I'm glad you're preparing for another round."

I shook my head, grinning bashfully. I'd stay in bed for the rest of my life with him and never think twice. If only it were that simple.

"Get me the traditional breakfast," he said, redirecting the conversation.

"Good choice," I replied. "I think I'm going with French toast."

"Only if you share."

"With you? Maybe." I leaned over to kiss his cheek before picking up the phone beside the bed and calling in our order. He watched me carefully as I tried to focus on the questions I was being asked by the concierge, and not on the look of admiration on his face.

"Twenty minutes," I announced, hanging up as he pulled me against his side.

"Damn, not long enough."

I nudged him with a laugh. "Would you breathe for a minute?"

"I still can't believe you said yes."

I got lost in his beautiful blue-grey eyes, ignoring his self-deprecating as I recalled the sweet words he'd said, and how perfect the night was. He'd made all of my dreams come true in such little time. After everything that had gone wrong in our relationship, life finally got something right.

"I can't believe you asked," I whispered, cuddling closer to him.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, leaving his hand cupping my neck as his thumb gently ran over my cheek.

"Do you know how many times I wanted to?"

I smiled, shaking my head.

"I originally planned to on your birthday, but I thought it'd be too predictable. Then when your expression fell after giving you the necklace, I halfway regretted it, knowing that's what you really wanted."

"I love the necklace," I interrupted, reaching down to grasp it. "I don't know, I...hyped myself up for no reason."

He grinned, moving his hand to rub sweet circles over my shoulder. "I also thought about planning something where my daughter could help me ask, but she's too young to be trusted with a secret that huge."

I giggled, thinking she wouldn't have understood any of it, nor would we have had alone time afterward. But the thought of him wanting to include her in our moment made my heart pound at the sweetness of it.

He cleared his throat. "You told me the night of Thanksgiving, after we came back, that I had been acting strange all day. Well..." He paused, picking up my left hand and interlocking our fingers.

"I'd finally decided to ask in front of my family since we were all going to be together for a change. But then my daughter couldn't come, there was so much action, and my sister interrupted our moment in the kitchen. Ultimately, I didn't want to pressure you in front of everyone."

I went to interrupt, but he kept talking.

"I even had the ring with me," he confessed. "That's why when my dad drove us home I ran up here without you. My conscience reminded me I needed to hide it. I was also drunk and frustrated, so now I'm glad I waited."

I squeezed his hand tightly, trying not to cry. "You thought about it that many times?"

"Baby, I've been thinking about it since I asked your parents for permission in Ohio. You deserved the perfect moment."

My heart caught in my chest. "Well, mission accomplished." I kissed him as thanks. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he'd gone through that much personal struggle to make everything perfect for me.

We both heard a light knock at the door before the person announced it was room service.

"I'll get it," he said. "Don't move."

I scanned my eyes over every muscle on his naked body as he got up from the bed and retrieved one of the robes from the closet. He tied it around his waist before disappearing into the other room.

I spun the engagement ring around my finger aimlessly while I listened to him thank the delivery guy for the food. I wrapped myself in the sheet as I heard he door shut and him padding my way.

"Breakfast is served," he said with a smile.

The sweet aroma of maple syrup and bacon filled my nose and I took a deep breath. My stomach growled as it begged to be filled.

He handed me a silver platter and I quickly discarded the lid. I could feel myself drooling as I admired the perfectly browned squares adorned with blueberries and powdered sugar. At least the fruit was healthy.

He took a seat beside me, also salivating over his dish. "I am starving," he mumbled, stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth.

I chuckled, doing the same. "Oh my God," I moaned. "This is heavenly."

His eyes met mine. "So is that sound you just made."

I rolled my eyes as I cut a piece and picked it up with my fork. "Here," I said.

He smiled, opening his mouth as I fed him some of the French toast. He licked his lips and nodded. "I agree, delicious. Wanna trade?"

"Hell no, you crazy?" I moved my plate to the side like a selfish toddler as he laughed.

"Seriously, here."

I obliged as he fed me a piece of bacon. It was perfectly crisp and had some kind of seasoning on it that I couldn't pinpoint. I took his thumb and forefinger between my lips and licked them clean.

"Not fair," he whispered, watching me closely.

"Absolutely fair."

I broke our eye contact, moving back to the task of devouring my plate. It was hard not to moan with every bite, because it was just that delectable, but I needed to keep him off of me long enough to nourish myself.

"So," I began. I turned to look at him, his expression curious. "You asked for permission?"

A blush swept across his cheeks before he erased it with a warm grin. "Of course."

"In Ohio?" I took a sip of water to wet my tight throat.

"Yes. I asked them both."

"But when? We were together that whole trip."

He snickered at my curiosity. "When your dad and I went golfing—"

"Oh, duh," I interrupted.

"And the night of the bonfire when we came back and I had tea with your mum."

"Those rascals. They've known all this time!" My mom's incessant questions after my birthday made complete sense now. He hadn't told them when just that he was going to.

He smiled. "Neither of them hesitated when I asked. Your mum said she'd hoped since our first meeting that I'd someday be her son-in-law." He took a leveling breath, obviously fighting his emotions. "Which only assured me that yours was the family I wanted to marry into. You're a lucky little lady to have them."

I forced away the tears. "The absolute luckiest. To have you, too."

"We both know who the lucky one is." He leaned in to press a soft kiss to my lips.

I needed to find a distraction, because I didn't want us both to get sappy and end up crying. Then I remembered again that we had wine and strawberries in the kitchenette.

"The strawberries?" I asked, my appetite not fully sated. I also wasn't opposed to eating them from his hands. I was enjoying the little slice of Heaven we had ourselves locked in. I wanted to prolong the excitement of our engagement as long as possible.

"Whenever you want them." He winked.

I licked my lips purposely and he noticed. "Now is good."

He stood, collecting both of the platters before leaving to retrieve our dessert. A moment later he was back with a small white box. He walked to me and sat on the edge of the bed, handing it over.

I lifted the lid to survey the contents. They weren't just strawberries, they were chocolate dipped and decorated strawberries. My eyes lit up, there were six; a plain milk chocolate, a white chocolate, a dark chocolate, one with chocolate sprinkles on it, one with nuts, and one with coconut flakes.

"These look incredible," I said.

"Here, let me."

He lifted the chocolate sprinkled one and brought it to my mouth. I smiled before parting my lips. He set it between my teeth and I bit down, savoring the instant mix of flavors.

I closed my eyes, slowly chewing the incredible taste. "Jamie," I breathed, looking up at him, "it's perfection. Try it."

He ate the rest of the strawberry up to its leaves. "So good," he agreed.

I narrowed my gaze when he took the box from my hands and set it on the nightstand.

"Lay down," he instructed. His eyes had turned grey and I knew he had plans for us.

"Only if," I began, reaching to grab the belt around his waist. "You lose the robe." I pulled one end of the tie as it unraveled and opened.

He smirked, standing up so he could shake it off and toss it on the nearest chair. "There, now lay flat."

I did as I was told, scooting myself down and resting on my back with my pillow propping up my head. He tossed the sheet from my bare body. I admired the fact that he was already visibly turned on and we hadn't even done anything. I gave myself a mental high-five for such an accomplishment.

He retrieved another strawberry from the box, the white chocolate one. He sat beside my hip, moving it toward my mouth. Hungrily I latched onto it, biting almost the entire thing. I savored the taste as I felt the juices seeping down my chin.

Without blinking, his tongue fell to my face and he licked up every drop that escaped from my lips.

Instinctively, I moaned. He took the open opportunity to press his soft lips against mine, his tongue diving inside to catch the remnants of the chocolate I'd just swallowed. I tugged at his short hair, pressing his face closer and breathing in the hypnotic scent of strawberries, chocolate, and Jamie.

He dropped his mouth to my neck, kissing his way down its side and to my collarbone. "I wonder..." he began, sucking at my pulse point.

"What you..." He gently bit my earlobe.

"And strawberries would taste like..." He traced my bottom lip with his tongue. "Together."

"Let's find out," I whispered.

His face lit up in amusement and delight at my agreement. I watched him stretch to reach for another strawberry, but when he brought his hand back I noticed he'd grabbed two.

"How long do you think it'll take these to melt?" he asked.

"Huh?" I was utterly confused by his question.

"Are you hot enough right now to melt them or do I have to work a little harder?"

I still wasn't following, so instead of answering, I let him live out whatever fantasy he had in mind. He set one chilled strawberry on each of my breasts. I was all sensation, as my body didn't know how to react. My breathing increased watching him snake his hand across my stomach.

"The trick is," he said, leaning down to kiss my navel, "not to move and let one fall."

"Jamie," I panted.

"Because if you do, the strawberry won't melt and I won't get to lick you clean."

I closed my eyes, his words sending a tingle straight to my core. "Baby," I whined.

"So, are you hot enough to melt them?" His hungry eyes met mine and I wanted to leap on him, forgoing the fruit foreplay.

"Yes," was all I could manage.

He lifted one of the strawberries and of course it hadn't melted much at all. "I think you're wrong."

His hand continued its southern path as he nudged my legs further apart. I tried to focus on not moving while also enjoying the impending pleasure. He teasingly ran his fingers over my inner thigh as I managed not to writhe beneath him.

I gasped when he lightly traced a line up my center. "Mmm."

"Don't move," he said.

It was nearly impossible to follow directions when he began rubbing circles over my wet center. I fought every twitch and urge my body craved so badly to release. If he wanted to play, I'd give him the competition he loved.

"Oh, God," I cried as he slipped a finger inside me. He curled it a few times before removing it suddenly.

"You deserve a reward," he said.

He kissed his way up my stomach before lifting one of the strawberries. Luckily for me, it had finally melted enough. He dragged it across my nipple, coating a small area with the chocolate that had softened. I watched him intently, and his eyes met mine as he bit off the whole thing up to the leaves.

"Please," I whimpered as he picked up the other one. But this time he brought it to my lips, allowing me to savor the dark chocolate.

He took what I didn't eat of the strawberry and zigzagged a pattern down my torso, leaving its juices behind.

"You look delicious, baby." He winked before dropping his head to my skin.

I cried out, grasping at his silky skin as he put his tongue to work. He licked the path between my breasts, trailing his tongue over to clean off the chocolate. I arched my back off the mattress when he sucked the sweetness from my nipples.

"You taste delicious, too."

I couldn't respond as every inch of my body was on fire, shockwaves radiating straight to my middle.

His tongue followed the pattern he'd laid out across my skin, sinking lower and lower down my torso. He lapped up every single drop. I watched him, absolutely mesmerized by how sensual all of it was. I felt like a brand new person under each caress, our bodies somehow finding unique ways to keep things fresh. I didn't realize I'd been waiting my entire life to make love to someone. I was completely whole now that I'd found him.

My thoughts were catapulted back into reality as his mouth met my core.

"Shit!" I yelped as he wasted no time.

His tongue dipped in and out of me before he replaced it with two of his fingers. His stare locked with mine as he found a deadly rhythm, sucking my swollen bud between his lips.

I gripped the sheets, unable to think coherently. My toes curled against his naked back as I sat up from the bed. He coaxed my orgasm to the brink and I prayed he'd stop so I could feel him inside me.

"Please," I begged, "Jamie."

He didn't respond verbally, but his torture quickened as his tongue and fingers played me like an instrument.

I cried out when I felt the familiar pull. Sweat rolled down my face as my orgasm hit, Jamie not stopping. I tried to close my legs to savor the throbbing, but his actions didn't cease until I rode out every wave.

He kissed my inner thigh and left a wet trail of pecks up my frame. His teeth grazed the side of my neck with a chuckle.

"Thanks for the wake up call," he said.

I smiled, massaging his neck with my fingers. "Thanks for dessert."

He hovered above me. "I can't wait to see your beautiful face first thing in the morning for the rest of my life."

His one-liners still hit me right in the heart.

"I can't wait to see your face when I walk down the aisle."

He smiled even wider and I thought he was going to get emotional. I held his rosy cheeks between my hands.

"You'll somehow look even more perfect, and I can't imagine it without getting sappy."

I giggled. "I love you."

"Too fucking much."

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Cold shower anyone?! Hah, I truly hope you enjoyed all the little details in this chapter. If so, please don't forget to vote, and I would love to hear what you thought! Thank you for reading! Xo