Page 25 of Dirty Fantasy

“I built it for us. Just didn’t know who you were yet. I’ve never brought another woman here, except my mama and sisters.”

“Mick, how is it me? How did I get to be so lucky?”

“Didn’t you hear my verse, baby girl? I’m the lucky one. Luckiest man alive.”

And he meant it. He wasn’t letting her go. Sure, it was insane to propose that fast. But when you knew, you knew. And Mick knew.

Now he had her in his home, where no one could hear her but him as he finally got to make her his.

When he’d set her up on her own bus, not sharing the space with her band, he’d thought that would be enough. But now he knew the truth. Tana was his, and for some things, they needed maximum privacy.

But first, food and sleep. Then he was going to seduce his fiancée and enjoy every second of it.

CHAPTER 12

When Tana woke up, nothing was moving. All she could hear were birds chirping, and sun shone through giant arched windows that displayed a stunning view of green hills and a big pond with a dock.

They’d made it home around five in the morning, and she had no idea what time it was now.

But she knew exactly when the big man behind her woke up. His rock-hard, naked cock pressed into her butt, and Tana couldn’t help but squeeze her legs together to calm the growing ache there. She arched her spine as his hand cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between two fingers.

“Mornin’, baby. How’d you sleep?”

Mick’s words were something she could get used to, especially in that sleep-roughened voice. And his hands on her bare skin were damn fine.

I guess that’s one perk of marrying a reformed horndog. He sure knows the ropes.

“I thought I’d dreamed all this. But here you are.” The last word was hitched on a breath as he tweaked her nipple.

“Real enough for you?”

“Did you really propose onstage last night, or did I hallucinate all that?”

He chuckled low and gruff in her ear. “I really did.”

“Are we crazy, Mick?”

“Nah, but things are about to be.” He slid his other hand to cup her between her legs. “Soaked, every time. God bless.”

Her man—her fiancé—pinned her between his cock and his hand.

She moaned as he worked her into a frenzy. “Mick, how long are you gonna tease me before you finally make me yours?”

“Mmm … a while.”

His lips found her neck and her ear, and Tana decided that was just fine.

With no hurry, no one waiting for them to be anywhere, Tana let herself fully relax into the moment and the decadent pleasure Mick was already unleashing within her.

“I want a big church weddin’,” he whispered in her ear.

“You do?” She let out a breathy sigh.

“Yeah. With my mama and sisters and your mama and your people all there.”

His fingertip stroked her slickness, and she pressed into him.

“Why are you saying this all now?”