“Mo—maybe we should—”
“Shush. Maybe if I finally get laid, I’ll be more inclined to answer you differently today.”
His eyes light. “Oh, really?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
Danny sits up a bit straighter. “You said no when I asked at that fancy schmancy restaurant and when I asked under the stars, and when I asked at the baseball game. You said no at the lake and again at the museum of modern art. And you’ve said no every other day and place I’ve asked. Now you’re telling me all I needed to do was have sex with you?”
I look to the ceiling and lift one shoulder. “Maybe.”
The room tilts as he grabs me with both hands. Suddenly I’m flat on my back, and he hovers over me.
He kisses me hard on the mouth. “Well, if that’s the case, babe, let’s get it on.”
He rips open my robe and sets upon my breasts like he’s never done before, touching, kneading, kissing, licking, sucking.
I let out a deep sigh. “Thank God, I thought you’d never touch me again.”
Danny looks up and kisses the beaded nipple at his chin. “There was never any doubt I’d make love to you again. I just wanted to be sure it was safe for the baby. And you. It scared the hell out of me, knowing we could lose this little one.”
He lays a kiss next to my navel.
“But now that we’re in the safe zone…” Danny trails hot kisses to my inner thigh. “This isn’t off limits anymore.”
I twist a lock of his hair in my fingers. “It was never off limits. That was all you, Danny Boy.”
He grunts and runs his tongue up my slit. I let my legs fall open. He kisses my pussy with all the fervency I’ve missed so much over these last few weeks. His magical tongue flicks my clit and slips along the edges of my entrance until I drip with want.
His fingers join his tongue in the magnificent torture. Pressure builds, throbbing at my center. Danny rubs and teases until I ride the line at the precipice. I’m breathless and panting.
He stops and sits up.
What the hell? “What are you doing?”
He rolls away.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I glare.
He digs into his night table drawer.
I let out a chuckle. “Little late for a condom, Mister.”
He shakes his head. “Not looking that.”
“Then come back over here, I’m so freaking close,” I whine as I prop up on my elbows.
“Aha!” He grabs something from his drawer.
He slides back between my legs, pushes my calves over his shoulders.
His tongue glides over my pussy once more. I let out an approving moan.
Then he stops again.
I wait.
Nothing.
I look up again. He’s staring at me over my barely-there baby-bump. He’s grinning like the cat that got the cream. But I guess he does have the cream.
I get to my elbows again. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He shakes his head and uses the tip of his tongue to circle my clit once more. Then he looks up, his mouth open enough for the glint of something to catch the light.
I frown. “What are you doing?”
He sticks out his tongue; a solitaire diamond ring is pushed over it like it’s a finger. He drags the tip along my slit, the ring cool on my labia, sending a little thrill over me as it trips over my clit.
I scramble away from him, and back up to the head board. “Danny!”
He pulls the ring off his tongue. “What? You said I might get a different answer; I just figured I’d work sex into the proposal to seal the deal. Will you marry me, Mona Lisa Clark? Please don’t say no this time.”
I giggle and roll my eyes. “You’re—you’re just—So. Bad.”
Epilogue
We take the floor for our first dance as man and wife. Mo fits in my arms perfectly. With my heart full and my love for her stronger than ever, I lean in close and kiss her just below her ear.
She’s flushed and bright. “So, everyone who asks—I’ve been telling them the under the stars proposal is the one I accepted.”
“Oops. I told Slade it was at the baseball game.”
She giggles. “Well, we need to get our stories straight. There’s no way our children are going to find out how it really happened.”
I stop, pull her into my arms, and kiss her. She tastes of strawberries and chocolate.
Applause erupts, and Slade calls out, “Hey, no one clinked their glass with a spoon.”
I flip him the bird, tighten my hold on my girl, and slip my tongue back into her mouth.
* * *
“Why do they make collars so fucking tight?” I hook a finger in mine and pull.
Mom tightens her grip on my hand as we twirl around the dance floor. “But you’re so handsome.”