Page 142 of Tell Me Something

“Thank God.” And just like that, he stood up, raining kisses over my face and then on my mouth. He slipped the ring on my finger and gave me a beaming smile.

I could only look at it with awe. “It’s gorgeous.”

“It needs to be because so are you, my love.”

“This is amazing.” I gazed around the room and breathed in the scent of the roses.

“I wanted it all to be perfect.”

“You are perfection, especially in that tux.”

“You’re getting that look on your face.” He had a knowing smile.

Ah, the infamous fuck-me-look. “Mm, the apartment won’t burn down if we leave the candles lit for a while longer, will it?”

“No, they’re small tea lights. Mark actually helped me.”

The picture of the two of them setting up this romantic scene made me laugh. Maybe there were advantages to having Josh own the building.

I made short work of ridding him of clothes and found he was equally as frantic to shed me of mine. Pure happiness overwhelmed me when he lowered me to the rose-petal-covered couch. “This is wildly romantic,” I remarked, savoring the feel of his hands on my sensitive breasts.

“I’m glad you think so because I can’t even wait the time it would take to get you into the bedroom. Your breasts are getting heavier. Are they more responsive, I wonder?”

Jesus, I about came as his mouth feasted on one.

“I’d say so,” he observed, switching to the other one.

Moaning, I arched toward him and felt his hand make its way to my tender folds.

“Ah, you’re more sensitive everywhere, aren’t you?”

“God, I think so. I’ve been really hot thinking about you all week. I think the second trimester is coming on.”

“I think I feel more than that coming,” he murmured, sucking hard on my nipple and bringing me quickly to climax with his magic fingers on my clit.

“Holy crap, I think the orgasms are even better.” Feeling his lips trail kisses up my neck, I gasped again in pleasure.

He ravaged my mouth, plundering it with his tongue and tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth. “I love kissing your sweet mouth,” he mused, parting my legs and easing inside of me slowly as we both savored the feeling. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”

“You won’t.” I was frustrated when he moved slowly and carefully. I didn’t want slow and gentle like he’d been doing over the last couple of weeks while my stomach hadn’t been feeling up to par. Right now I was beyond turned on and needed him to recognize it. Wrapping my legs tightly around him, I rocked my hips, thrusting up and forcing him deeper inside of me. “Fuck me, Josh.”

His shocked expression made me smile as did the lust that shaded his features.

“You never cease to surprise me, soon-to-be Mrs. Singer,” he chuckled.

Giggling, I clenched around his hard erection, enjoying his grunt of pleasure. I knew flexing made him lose control.

“Haylee…” he moaned. Gripping my ass, he lifted my hips up to meet his thrusts, taking me over the edge and following shortly after.

OUR BREATHING finally returned to normal as we lay there in the romantic glow of the room with my head on his sculpted chest and our legs wrapped around each other. “Tell me your answer again,” he asked, kissing my temple.

“Yes, I will marry you, Joshua Robert Singer.”

He leaned back and quirked a brow.

“Did you really think I’d marry a man whose middle name I didn’t know?”

“Baby, I wouldn’t have cared so long as the answer was yes,” he laughed.