Saving a Legend(103)

Fiona clamped her hand over her mouth to stop herself from squealing with excitement. Kieran took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. She wanted to reach out and touch him, remember every single part of here and now.

“You make my heart race, Fi. You always have, and I want to spend the rest of my life with it beating only for you. Will you marry me, flower girl?”

He looked at her so expectantly, handing her his heart and begging her not to break it. At first, she was sure her entire body had frozen, but just as quickly, she melted forward onto her knees in front of him and threw her arms around his neck.

“Of course, Kieran. I love you.”

He squeezed her tightly against him, and she felt his muscles relax beneath her. Grabbing her hand, he pulled it between them and carefully pushed the ring onto her finger. She stared at it as if she were seeing things, as if it would disappear if she looked away.



“It’s so beautiful,” she breathed, hugging him tighter.

“Like the woman wearing it.” He kissed her, and this time no amount of sparkling diamonds could distract her from the spark between them. His lips turned hungry and devoured hers in a way that told her she was wanted, she was desired, she was loved. And she loved him with every part of her, would for the rest of her life.

Kieran pressed his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. “Come with me.”

They stood and he took her hand, leading her back out of the lobby, down to the street, and over to the front door of the flower shop.

“Keys?” he said. She fumbled around in her pocket quickly, finally locating them. He inserted one into the lock and opened the door, and she moved to enter—but his hand caught her wrist and pulled her back.

“Not a chance is my future wife walking across any threshold.” He leaned down and scooped her into his arms, angling her against his chest.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck as he stepped into the shop with her, kicking the door closed behind them before he put her down. “That’s only for after you’re married.”

“Close enough. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me you’re mine.” He lowered her to the floor in front of the counter, which he cleared with a quick sweep of his hand. His lips stole hers again, his tongue tasting as she opened her mouth and let him in. Hopping up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed herself against him, eager to quell the ache quickly building in her core and grateful for the closed blinds on every window.



One of his hands pushed under the hem of her shirt and found its way to her breast, cupping and squeezing gently before pushing up her bra. He positioned her rear on the counter itself, and leaned forward over her. His fingers found her nipple and tugged, rubbed, and circled around it as she moaned into his mouth.

Eager for more, she pulled her shirt and bra off as he slid his tee up over his head and tossed it to the ground. She grabbed at his belt buckle and tried to get it undone to no avail, until he did it for her. Instead of dropping his belt, he laced it around her wrists, tying them behind her back.

She bit her lip, panting as her naked chest heaved against him. He made fast work of pulling her jeans off and sliding her panties down her legs and over her feet, before shoving them in his pocket. He grinned mischievously, and she flushed at the implication.

He ran his hands up and down the length of her legs, massaging lightly before pushing them apart and hooking her knees over his shoulders. Moving lower, he blew a cool breath against her core, causing her back to arch as she tried to keep up with the shock waves shooting the length of her entire body.

He didn’t tease her long, though, and the moment his tongue came down on her center, she moaned so loudly, she was suddenly grateful they owned the whole building now. He chuckled against her, and the vibrations had her shuddering with pleasure. He kissed, licked, nipped, and sucked until she was barely able to breathe, furiously pressing herself against his mouth until he brought her to climax and she lay back against the counter, exhausted. He unfastened her wrists, and she sighed at the satisfied feeling overwhelming her.



She watched him through drooping eyes as he replaced his mouth with his hand, using his fingers to arouse her again until she was bucking her hips against him once more. He pushed his jeans down, shimmying out of them, before stretching himself over her and kissing her deeply. She sat up, gently nipped at his chin and then neck as she felt his member pressing against her entrance. Her knees clutched his hips, holding him steady against her.

“Fi,” he breathed, as he pushed his length inside her. Her head fell forward against his chest and she moved her hips slightly over the counter’s edge to accommodate him. “I love you so fucking much. I can’t wait to marry you, because I don’t want to do this with anyone but you ever again.”